Am I like the only person who has like this extreme fear of dying.? Like I literally cannot wrap my mind around the fact that one day I won’t be here and I won’t have a life on earth and it honestly terrifies the shit out of me. Like I just don’t understand it. Like I don’t want to die, ever. I wanna stay right here with all my friends and family. Like I get anxiety attacks from it and break downs because I am so scared and it really bothers me. Please tell me I’m not the only one?
I honestly have no desire to eat tonight..
What I find so damn difficult about suffering with mental illnesses is that there’s never just a word to describe how bad it is.
Like if you had a broken leg, you could say ‘it really hurts’
But with a mental illness you can’t do that…. So no one can understand.
Where the hell did all my “friends” go..?
I have so much I wanna talk to you about and I can’t even do that.
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.
I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS
IT’S THAT HYPERBOLE AND A HALF COMIC THAT THING IS THE SHIT
AT MY THERAPY PROGRAM I GO TO ONE OF THE GROUP LEADERS PRINTED THIS OUT AND KEEPS IT IN THE GROUP ROOM AND EVERYONE AGREES THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER