So tw: self-harm, ED.
tw:suicide; tw: eating disorder
I wish I knew what people who don’t have depression think about all day.
There was a photo going around a couple weeks ago, of a Google search, and it said “School makes me-“, and a bunch of negative things came up: suicidal, depressed, anxious, sad.
Would anyone out there like to share your stories with me? What unfair things teachers have done to you, how you were oppressed, and how you were mistreated by your peers.
I need some research for what I’m writing, since it’s about how messed up “the system” is, and how people who are different get treated.
Please only share what you are comfortable with telling, if at all.
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- My Psychology Professor: People who are not depressed see the world the way they want to see it. People who are depressed see the world the way it actually is.
I keep seing people being down on themselves all across Tumblr. And I want to say stuff to you guys.
I think that the reason that so many Tumblrites have lots of issues with depression and sadness and anxiety is that we are a creative, expressive bunch of people, and that kind of brain usually comes at the cost of personal mental health.
Seriously, look at anyone who has created some work of art that you love. All of these songs and paintings and comics and writing comes from people who have had to wrestle with their own brain time and time and time again. They are able to do what they do because they have the kind of talent and intelligence and empathy that enables work that speaks to people. You can’t make something so powerful if you don’t have humility, if you don’t have understanding of what it means to feel like shit sometimes and to deal with that constructively by making art. Whether you think it’s crappy or whatever is irrelevant— you have to put these things out there because it’s better to have it out in the world than causing a ruckus inside your brain.
Not gonna lie, I feel kind of hypocritical right now because I have (and still do) deal with a lot of issues of self-esteem and depression and the like. I’m one of these people who are “all down on themselves”. But I think that, as shitty as those things are and no matter how much I hate it, having that experience makes me want to understand and help and experience other people even more. It makes me see all of you talented, amazing people who are so interesting and funny and kind and smart and who can’t see these things in themselves and want to shooshpap you until you understand that yes, you are all of these things.
You’re fucking awesome. You’re the kind of people that write the stories and create the worlds that people fall in love with, that make fandom possible.
And even if you feel like crap, that crap is something that can be a resource. It can be the fodder for your creative brain that probably doesn’t shut up at night— so get out of bed and write or draw or play something and put those thoughts outside of yourself and come back to them some other time.
And don’t be afraid to get help. I resisted therapy for years and years and when I finally gave in and went, it turned out to be one of the best things I ever did with my life. Same goes for medication— it’s exactly the same as putting a cast on a broken leg, or physical therapy for an injury. It’s not a crutch and it’s not a cure-all, but it’s a tool to help you with a problem that isn’t just in your head. It’s not your fault, but you can do something about it. Get help. It’s not weakness. It takes more strength to get help than it does to use the inertia of “no I’ve got to handle this on my own” to justify staying in the same rut.
I could go on and on about drama and relationship woes and things of that nature, but I won’t, because I don’t know your lives. However, I do know that you can’t give up. No matter how much you don’t want to get out of bed, you can’t give up. Even if continuing on is just a way to say “Fuck you” to depression and anxiety, that’s enough.
I can’t make you see things in yourself that you don’t see, but I just want you all to know that even if you can’t see it there are other people out there who believe in you, and who know that their belief is not misplaced. We know because we’ve seen the beautiful things that you write and make and those kind of things don’t come from people who aren’t creative and empathetic and worth getting to know.
Also, just so you know, I’m digitally hugging you so hard right now.
I love every word of this.