“I felt guilt and shame over the fact that I didn’t have a ‘real reason’ to be depressed or anxious. I was surrounded by caring friends, a supportive family, and I was pursuing my dream career. What was there to be sad about? If I couldn’t even rationalize my mental illness to myself, how could I ever explain it to anyone else?”
“Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions … You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.”— A Series of Nouns
that feeling when you’re leaning back on a chair just a litte to far and you have that one moment where you tip over and know you fucked up. but then somehow you manage jerk forward and not fall. nobody around you noticed. externally everything is calm. but your heart is still racing and you cant shake the feeling of having fucked up, although nothing actually happend.
