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Depression is fun, and inexpensive too.
You need not have money, but can have lots of depression.
Depression gets things accomplished.
You can worry your friends
and make your parents feel guilty.
They deserve it.
After all, they are the ones who brought you down in the first place.
Depression is not a style.
It's a state of mind.
You must walk, talk, and eat your depressive feelings.
You must heave long, dark sighs.
Moan aloud, 'Oh, woe is me! Nobody loves me.'
After practising for a while you can get really good at it.
You can make yourself feel like a failure in each and every way.
After enough practise you may be able to get yourself hospitalized.
You may finally get some of the attention you deserve.
You can take yummy pills which look just like candy.
These pills cure your ills and make you feel happy.
Three cheers to depression!
Depression has made me the upstanding character I am today.
These lines on my forehead are no accident.
They came after many hours of brooding and sulking.
Get a group of people together.
It makes depression more fun.
Depressives make great conversationalists.
You will meet many like minds to make suicide pacts with.
We all know that great minds think alike.
Depressives are really extremely intelligent.
They realize that life stinks and their cynicism is right on the mark.
This world is not perfect, and it should be.
If only those damned optimists would stop sniffing daisies and get their acts together.
Why sniff daisies when their is plenty of glue to sniff?
We all know why the Mona Lisa is the world's most famous painting.
We have all been trying to figure out how to knock that stupid smirk off her damned face.
Lydia Workman
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Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 13:24:17 | Rating: | Views: 326
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This is either the ultimate in snide comments or one of the most insightful commentaries I've ever read. I'm still not sure, which speaks well for how it's written.
In any case I disagree strongly. I cannot speak for anyone but me but to me depression is a wee little beastie that hides inside and waits for the weak moments to rear it's ugly head and manifest it's awesome powers.
It's not me, or the me I've always known so well. it's some strange thing that takes over and twists everything, shadows everything, darkens and smears everything.
It doesn't seek to lay blame on anyone else but me. Even when it's quiescent I still blame no one but me.
The only thing I've ever found that really helps me to fight it is the recognition that it's there, that it's not me, or at least not the best part of me, that it's real and that at it's worst it makes me question myself and my sanity.
Knowing that I am then prepared to battle it when it raises it's ugly head.
Daily I stare it in the mirror and say "I know you, I know what you're attack vectors are, I know what you're trying to do to me... and I can beat you if I just don't give in."
It's hard and sometimes it almost entirely overpowers me but as time goes by I find myself better able to make it through - I try to stay busy (though at it's worst I hibernate and become a virtual vegitable), avoid others, cry, beat myself up (I term it "bang my head on the wall"), read, play totally mindless games, sleep, anything to make it to the other side.
But still it's never about feeling sorry for myself, blaming others, looking for others in the same state, taking pills (only for 3 months some 10 years ago when my manic depressive cycles were coming so fast they were making my head swim - and that was only mood stabilizers, not anti-depressives).
In the end I recognize it's my problem, from inside me, and no longer expect anyone else to solve it, be at fault for it, or in any way be accountable to it. Still though - at it's worst it's really, really hard not to cry out to someone else for help. Only time and experience has proven to me that no one else really can help - it has to be me or it's a lost cause.
In summary - depression is all the dark side of you, almost demonic, seeking to be dominant over the rest of you, resentful that it's not the real you but only relegated to playing some small part of the whole.
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Posted by Tony51203
on 2008-03-03 22:15:52
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Well... I suffer from schizoaffective disorder. I am well aware of how unpleasant mental health issues are to deal with. I just wrote this for fun. I've been diagnosed with depression in the past... but, it no longer fit the bill.
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Posted by lydiaworkman
on 2008-03-04 23:59:57
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I liked it....it was fun. I don't have depression but anxiety disorder, panic attacks ect. We're all fucked up in our own weird way. How you act and talk about it makes a big difference I believe. Don't be the victim....be the master.
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Posted by Nutshell
on 2008-03-09 00:54:32
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Yes. I was half making fun of myself... and half pointing the finger at people who make light of mental health problems. You have to take a middle stance on things to get a handle on them. Seek out help when you need it... but, never let your issues beat you down so much that you don't live your life to the fullest.
The disorder I suffer from is a bit worse than depression... I have had to accept the limits it puts on me... but, I always try to let it be a side issue and get on with things as best I can.
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Posted by lydiaworkman
on 2008-03-09 15:04:21
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