Imagine having such a blessed life, living at home with loving parents, and thinking your life was wasted? Didn’t you enjoy the books, the joints and the videogames? Also, what were you expecting to do with it? Your will decides how the universe moves or are you, like everyone else, just a limited being with some degree of self determination? You do realize we’re all reaching the same destination (or, for the believers, going through the same place)? 🤷
yea i feel very blessed and privileged but my depression doesnt agree :/
Your depression is weak and stupid and pitiful. It will never do amything good and nobody will ever love it except as part of some misguided misunderstanding related to the rest of you. It should just kill itself and let you get on with your fucking life.
Unless you’re a fascist. Then reverse everything i just said; your depression is great.
ok well i dont want anyone that doesnt wanna accept and love my depression as its gonna be a part of me forever, i fear. and i will love theirs as well, bc i dont really attract mentally stable people (you dont seem to be one either)
It sounds to me like you have a really enabling relationship with your depression. Like you over-identify with it.
homie i didnt sign up for this therapy session. you are over-analyzing it.
Then strangle it. Cherish its flailing screams and make a trophy of its mangled corpse!
I know thats not how mental illness works but it’s more fun if I pretend.
