i genuinely forget about The Disorders™ most of the time because they’re such a major part of my life and it all seems “normal” to me now but then i’ll mention a symptom to a NT and their shock/disgust/confusion reminds me that i’m one fucked up pumpkin
Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls with visible scars on their wrists. Depression does not always mean having a bad day at work.
Sometimes depression means not getting out of bed for three days in a row because your feet refuse to believe that they will not shatter upon impact on the floor.
Sometimes depression means that summoning the willpower to do the laundry and change your bed sheets is the most impressive thing you’ve accomplished all week.
Sometimes depression means lying there for hours, because you cannot convince your body that it is capable of movement.
Sometimes depression means not being able to write for days, weeks even because the only words you have to offer the world are;
“I’m trapped”
“I’m drowning”
“I swear to god I’m trying”
Sometimes depression means that every single bone in your body aches but you have to keep going through the motions because you cannot call into work with the excuse of depression.
Sometimes depression means ignoring every text and phone call for an entire month because yes, they have the right number but you are not the person they are looking for, not anymore.
