poisonsalad
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- Jun 11, 2023
- 26
I'm dreading its return.
I have recurrent depressive episodes lasting anywhere from a week to a month. I get breaks, lasting a few weeks to a few months.
There are massive differences between normal me and depression me. I'm lucky that my episodes are short and not constant, but they hit HARD.
I have a lot of hobbies that I love. When I'm depressed I don't give half a shit about any of them, because nothing is fun. Breathing is painful, feels like my organs have been scooped out. Thinking hurts even more, because everything reminds me that I'm a shit person. Imagine being stuck with the person you hate the most in the entire world 24/7. It feels unbearable. I try to escape myself in the only way possible, which is obviously death.
But then as I'm sitting in my bed with a stomach full of poison I suddenly see colors again. The fear kicks in and I call for help.
I don't want to die. Not ever. I just sometimes wish I didn't have to experience life through me. Because when I'm depressed I'm convinced I'm the worst person to ever exist. And that "knowledge" is so fucking painful.
I'm not depressed right now. It's really nice, finding things fun, being productive and being able to stand myself even though I know I'm not perfect.
I somehow feel played, though. Why do I only get a taste of being a semi-functioning human being? Why do I find footing, only for it to crumble beneath my feet? My whole world keeps collapsing for absolutely no reason. Why do I have to rebuild myself again and again?
I want to recover. It's a long road ahead.
I have recurrent depressive episodes lasting anywhere from a week to a month. I get breaks, lasting a few weeks to a few months.
There are massive differences between normal me and depression me. I'm lucky that my episodes are short and not constant, but they hit HARD.
I have a lot of hobbies that I love. When I'm depressed I don't give half a shit about any of them, because nothing is fun. Breathing is painful, feels like my organs have been scooped out. Thinking hurts even more, because everything reminds me that I'm a shit person. Imagine being stuck with the person you hate the most in the entire world 24/7. It feels unbearable. I try to escape myself in the only way possible, which is obviously death.
But then as I'm sitting in my bed with a stomach full of poison I suddenly see colors again. The fear kicks in and I call for help.
I don't want to die. Not ever. I just sometimes wish I didn't have to experience life through me. Because when I'm depressed I'm convinced I'm the worst person to ever exist. And that "knowledge" is so fucking painful.
I'm not depressed right now. It's really nice, finding things fun, being productive and being able to stand myself even though I know I'm not perfect.
I somehow feel played, though. Why do I only get a taste of being a semi-functioning human being? Why do I find footing, only for it to crumble beneath my feet? My whole world keeps collapsing for absolutely no reason. Why do I have to rebuild myself again and again?
I want to recover. It's a long road ahead.