A sort of preliminary guide to living with depression.
This came about because I’ve seen some people talking about experiences they’ve had recently with friends or family who are having a hard time dealing with a depressed person,…
Once I didn’t get out of bed except to go to the bathroom for almost three weeks. I ate crackers and peanut butter and skipped all my classes. For three weeks.
I still feel like I’m failing.
Heck, if you were that fucked up, and you lived through it, that’s actually sorta something, you know?
