"Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged."
— Pearl (via psych-facts)
"I want you to always know that we do, collectively, have the power to change this world. I want you to know that when we put our minds to something, and believe in it, it will become real. I want that knowledge to stay with you strongly, because the world often works to convince us otherwise."
-Kristin Russo, Everyone Is Gay
The Parents Project
I am sitting in an apartment, working on four papers and a script, for classes at a school that my father’s hard work in the military is paying for, and will continue to pay for in getting my Masters. There are some days I forget that my experience here is possible because of the brave men and women who put their lives on the line, and the veterans who once did the same. Once that realization is sling-shot back into my head, I pick up my pace and glue my sassy, stubborn self back together, and continue my trek toward graduation. If there is only one thing I can do with these military benefits, it is to graduate and show my father his hard work was not shoved in a closet somewhere. My father’s sacrifice and willingness to pass this opportunity down to me is the reason I’m here, a third year in college crying over these terrible papers (omg totes jk). I am so incredibly grateful.
Happy Veteran’s Day, dude-dad.