people that romanticize mental disorders make me so angry. depression isn’t a cute way to add some edge to your personality!! it is real and it’s fucking awful. it’s so hard to shake off, it takes YEARS to recover (if ever). nothing feels right anymore. everything you used to love sucks. you look in the mirror & you just cry for hours upon hours. you pray for death because you think it couldn’t be any worse than what you’re feeling in that moment. you can’t leave your house because you feel like everyone will judge you & think you’re fat/ugly. you reject anyone who tries to get close to you or help you. hope is a thing of the past. not only does it wreck your life, but it also hurts the people that love & care for you. i used to be close to my grandma but since she was diagnosed with depression, i’m not rlly sure she’s the same person. sure, she looks the same but she’s so empty and her eyes look dead. i have tried to help her, but she’s so deep in it. it’s so fucking frustrating at times. god, fuck mental disorders

It was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.

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