i said i was only going online for 10 minutes. its been 5 years.
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.
This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.
I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS
Favorite line will always be “No, see, that solution is for a different problem than the one I have.”
"Women arise and act! The need for unity is the need for People’s Power. It is the power against ignorance and general abuse. The search for active unity is the task for both men and women alike. Forward with the your of the women!"
Poster for Umkhonto we Sizwe, armed wing of the African National Congress of South Africa, co-founded by Nelson Mandela in 1961.
WHEN GRANDMA IS MORE PUNK THAN YOU
-by Sara Rene
STILL FUCKING RELEVANT!
His body isn’t even cold yet and the New York times has already put out a shameful article declaring Nelson Mandela to be an “icon of peaceful resistance”. News outlets around the Western world are hurrying to publish obituaries that celebrate his electoral victory while erasing the protracted and fierce guerrilla struggle that he and his party were forced to fight in order to make that victory possible. Don’t let racist, imperialist liberalism co-opt the legacy of another radical. Nelson Mandela used peaceful means when he could, and violent means when he couldn’t. For this, during his life they called him a terrorist, and after his death they’ll call him a pacifist — all to neutralize the revolutionary potential of his legacy, and the lessons to be drawn from it.
Don’t fucking let them.
… the mortifying moment when you’re in work, surronded by people, and feel a bit weird downstairs only to go to the bathroom and see that you’re trousers are soaking in blood. I don’t know what came over me leaving the house this morning with an over shirt - because it never happens - but thank fucking god because if I hadn’t have had that to take off and tie round my waist and my apron covering my jeans, that would have been so embarrassing that I probably would have cried in front of an entire shop of people because I was already having a shitty day.
Realising in the last 24 hours that the people I worked with in my last job were basically the only people I could regularly spend lots of time with and enjoy it that weren’t far away from me. Or, in short, they had become my friends. And it worked because I’m to awkward to ‘go out’ so spending 9 hours a day together in work allowed me to enjoy friendships.
And now I don’t have that again since I got unfairly dismissed, and it’s really really bumming me out. I miss my old job so much :(
Starting a new job is super fucking stressful for the socially anxious. I want to make a joke about wrapping myself in a duvet-burrito of sadness, but only because if I don’t joke I might actually cry with anxiety.