I'm really tired of how people look down on people with depression. It hurts. No one on this planet ever chooses to be depressed. It's not like we get up in the morning thinking, hey! I'm gonna be super depressed today and it's gonna be fabulous, cause honestly, if we thought like that, depression would make us happy, which would ruin the whole depression thingy. Just a thought.
Seriously, it's not a choice and I'm sick of people automatically assuming that I'm hiding behind it. There are days that I physically cannot get out of bed because I'd rather just imagine ways of killing myself than going to a class and wishing I were dead. Or hell, even those ever pleasant days where I suffer from insomnia because of my depression and then go a week just sleeping all the time. I hate the burden that places on people around me, and I'm not happy with it, but it's the way things go sometimes. I try to make it better, and I suppose on some level I'm doing better. It's been over 6 months since I last cut myself and it's been 4 years since I last attempted suicide. I'm just sick of people hatin' on me because of something I can't control.
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