[TW for discussion/dismissal of depression, self-harm, suicide] Some of the “depressed” people on this website…..
I could honestly find a logical flaw in every possible reason you have to be sad. Life is tough and you should learn to be strong and not care so much about the petty little shit that bothers you now. You are all young as fuck and want to waste these precious youthful years being fucking sad. You know whats depressing? Growing up. Growing up and being a fucking lifeless drone in the real world. And in that world no one gives a fuck if you are sad. So sack up. Life’s too short to waste your time crying and cutting yourselves and moping around saying omfg life sucks, my parents suck, no one loves me, etc. YOU ARE YOUNG AND YOU HAVE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU. And if you want shit to be better you actually have to go out there and FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. No amount of 11:11, eyelash wishes, shooting stars, or other nonsense will change your life unless you want to do something to change it.
SO what I am saying is
and try be happy. (don’t try, be. because trying means you have the intention of failing.)
and if you ever need to vent, talk, rant, ask me out on a date, send me hate messages cause of this opinion of mine feel free to http://therealmoki.tumblr.com/ask
Right, okay, so. I waffled about how to do this—generally speaking I try to avoid reblogging things I vehemently disagree with, preferring instead to opt for taking the high road of either “ignore it” or “make a new post and reference the other post without bringing drama on anyone’s head.” However, in this case, there are things within the post directly that kind of, um, have to be addressed, so. Please, y’all, let’s be cool, and remember that what we’re dealing with here is someone who does not know what they are talking about.
Speaking of which: hey, OP, you have a right to your opinion and all that, but you really, really do not know what you are talking about.
First of all, we need to have a talk about the difference between sadness and depression. Here is the most basic one: sadness is an emotion, and depression is medical condition. I’m going to say that last bit again: depression is a medical condition. That shit is not a joke; people are not put on prescription medications because they’re simply bummed out. Aside from the suicidal/self-harm impulses that can accompany depression (which we’re going to have to talk about in a minute), there’s also a grab bag of other physical symptoms that can manifest for folks, everything from debilitating migraines to muscle cramps to mysterious pains that torment people—hey, you know what, why don’t you check out the current plotline of the webcomic Least I Could Do? The arc is about a guy who is very much functioning and capable in his everyday life, for whom depression has never even cropped up as something he might be suffering from, who finds himself being referred to a shrink when no one can diagnose the cause of his crippling stomach pain. Sadness does not put people in this position; depression does.
Secondly: I do not know where you got the idea that logic has any bearing whatsoever on the inner workings of someone caught in a depressive cycle, but, FYI, it doesn’t. In fact, one of the worst things about experiencing conditions like this is the awareness that you are being illogical, but cannot escape from the spiral you’ve fallen into. There is no “petty little shit,” because nothing feels petty or little—truly being depressed involves feeling everything turned up to 11, all the time. You can’t just decide to be happy, and, sorry, but bullshit, “trying means you have the intention of failing,” because for most people with depression trying to be happy is a full-scale internal war, a literal constant struggle, and you really don’t have any right to be shitting on that.
And hey, on that topic: heads up seven up, dude, cutting? Is not a punch line. That shit kills people, there are people who do actually succeed in killing themselves in that way, or in self-harming to the point of doing their bodies permanent, irreparable damage. There are people who are on the internet right now to distract themselves from self-harm.There are people who have survived those impulses, or survived the results of acting on them—real people, okay, real people who have real lives and real friends and real families, and I’m sorry, your irritation with having to scroll past the occasional post dealing with these topics does not even come close in value to people’s actual lives.
Which, I guess, brings me to my real point here: yes, you know what, there are people out there in the world who misuse the word depression. Those people exist! I’m not arguing that. But the way you deal with actual depression? The way you “sack up,” the way you “do something to change it,” the way you “learn to be strong”? Is to talk about it. It’s to talk about it, and acknowledge that it’s there, and be brave enough to ask for help, and people like you making posts like this make it so much harder for folks to take that step. And it’s a step that saves lives, buddy, it’s a step that regularly gets in between human beings and suicide, so can we maybe agree to stop doing things that are likely to convince someone who is already scared and hurting that no one will ever take them seriously? Because that would be really great.
