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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.
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This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS

I’ve seen this reblogged without the original caption before and boy was i confused

Wait, this version of the post misses out what I think is the most important bit of the paragraph

“The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”“

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My teenage daughter and I started using this as a reference when I was not-helpfully trying to help her with her depression. She will look at me and say, “Mom, the fish are dead.” Or I’ll stop myself and say, “Oh. The fish are dead, aren’t they?” 

And let’s keep credits on this: This is the work of Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half!

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I wear glasses.  Can I manage without glasses?  Well, yes, probably.  I could squint a lot, constantly move up close to anything I want to see, take the bus or a taxi if I want to go anywhere.  I could just accept that I’ll never be able to see eagles flying in the sky or whales jumping out of the ocean.  

But why?  Why try so hard to manage life when I could just put on a pair of glasses?  No one would ever suggest a near-sighted person should just work harder.  No one would say ‘Maybe that’s just your normal’ to someone that needs glasses.  They would say ‘Let’s go to the eye doctor and get you a prescription so you’re able to see again.’

You shouldn’t have to try so hard.

My doctor (paraphrased), when I expressed doubts about going back on an anti-depressant.  (via

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This is such a good analogy because nobody thinks about it like this.  If you wear glasses, you literally need constant use of a medical aid to experience the world like most people do.  If it were anything besides glasses, that would be considered a disability.  But needing glasses is an extremely common, visible, and accepted form of disability to the point that we don’t even consider it one, we just accept that some people need glasses and that’s perfectly normal and there’s nothing wrong with needing to rely on them.

That is how all disabilities and illnesses should be seen, and how we should look at treatment for them.  You have a problem, and you need help dealing with it, and there’s nothing wrong with either of those things.  That’s perfectly normal and that’s okay.

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Reblogging myself bc ^^that^^ was such a beautiful addition.  ~JJ

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“you have so much to live for”

“but you’re smart/funny/beautiful/talented—you know that, right?”

“you matter, don’t ever forget that”

congratulations, i already fucking know.

here’s the issue with my personal experience with depression: i have a very logical way of approaching things and can fully understand, believe, and comprehend one thing while emotionally disagreeing with it.

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*applauds* Well put.

What I want to say about depression

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  • the fact that a person is still alive doesn’t mean they’re fine
  • the fact that a person still goes to school or job doesn’t mean they’re fine
  • the fact that a person smiles to you, tells jokes to you, argues with you doesn’t mean they’re fine
  • when a person is telling you, they are depressed and/or want to die, it doesn’t mean they’re lying or trying to attract your attention

Quite often depressed people aren’t able to express their real emotions right.
One day you will lose them and will ask yourself a question, what was wrong and what did you missed.

I’m actually very happy to see this. 

I’ve dealt with a lot of erasure outside my immediate physical household; particularly from my In-Laws, who are convinced I’m somehow just making it all up so I don’t have to work, or some other blather like that. The thing is, when you have depression? It’s not just working that’s suddenly a chore; it’s the things that other people take for granted. Getting out of bed, doing your hair, making those phonecalls. Each one is a mountain to be climbed, and how many Everests can even a NORMAL person scale in a day? To say nothing of someone who didn’t have the drive to begin with, just because they literally feel that miserable. 

I tell people depression is like if you were Sysiphus pushing the boulder uphill; only the hill is icy and the boulder ain’t exactly a pebble and you’re probably doin’ that shiz in the dark. 

This hit almost every feels limb out of the relevancy tree.

It’s not like it’s a big deal though, just casually crying over here. I didn’t know how much I needed to see this.

  • Just because I lived through that date doesn’t mean I’m fine.
  • Just because I’m still in college, and still doing rather well grade-wise, doesn’t mean I’m fine.
  • Just because I can roll out the sarcasm while working during shop hours, just because I’m still going into the E-shop and working, doesn’t mean I’m fine.
  • Just because I can laugh, smile, and – dare I say it – enjoy a tv show or movie with a friend doesn’t mean I’m fine.

depression is as real as a broken leg

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thecapitolgypsy:

“it’s an excuse to lay in bed all day." 

"just get over it.”

“think about something else.”

you wouldn’t say any of these things to someone with cancer, cystic fibrosis, or a broken limb. so why do you think it’s okay to say it to someone who’s depressed?

let me tell you something: depression is the result of a chemical imbalance in the brain. just as cancer is a result of cell mutation, cystic fibrosis is the result of a gene mutation, and a broken limb is the result of trauma. ailments, diseases, pains—they have causes. mental illness is not an “excuse” to get out of going to the gym or finishing your homework. 

just as a broken leg will incapacitate your leg, depression will incapacitate your mind. a broken leg and depression alike can prevent you from completing normal, daily activities. 

with all of this in mind, i will argue depression is worse than a broken leg. a broken leg will heal in the span of a few weeks or months. depression can take years. a broken leg may have you on pain medication for a few hours; depression may have you on medication for the rest of your life. 

will a broken leg prevent you from being happy? maybe at first. depression, on the other hand, makes it nearly chemically impossible for you to achieve true happiness. 

i’m sick and tired of the bullshit stigmas surrounding mental illness. just because it’s not something you can always see with your eyes does not make it less real than a broken leg. just because it’s something you don’t understand does not give you the right to hurt other people with your ignorance and accuse someone of laziness and incompetence, when in reality, you are lazy and incompetent for not taking the time to think through what you’re saying or to research a disease you claim to not understand. 

i don’t want to hear it anymore. there is not a single fucking excuse for treating someone like shit because you don’t understand what they’re going through. life is hard enough without people being assholes to each other all the time. 

anyway. do not tell me depression is not as real as a broken leg when there have been days when no amount of pleading or crying could get the boy i love most out of bed. do not tell me depression is not as real as a broken leg when the boy i love most spends more time thinking about killing himself than he does enjoying his young, beautiful life. and don’t you dare tell me depression is not as real as a broken leg when people, every single day, choose to end their lives because they can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

i am so fucking sick of people treating each other like shit because of ignorance. we’re in this life together and we have an obligation to be kind to one another. you have the power to make someone smile; don’t you dare use that power to hurt people.