Depression - Blog Posts

High School Art Project #1 "Self Deterioration"

High School Art Project #2 "Paradigm Shift"

Rise Splinter Headcanons

1. A big reason why Splinter is dedicated to being a good father is because his father left his mother and him when he was younger. He doesn’t want his sons to ever feel abandoned and unloved like he did.

It would also be a reason why Splinter took the Turtles in immediately after meeting them.

2. A reason why Splinter lost his athletic build was because he went through a depressive state. He lost of his motivation and missed his past life. If the turtles didn’t stay with him, things would have turned for the worse.

Thoughts? 😊❤️

i'm ✨DepResSeD✨

I'm sure I'll post another art eventually🥲

Anxiety and depression creature wallpapers >:)

Ditto, I ain't missing out

You can only reblog this today.

Does anyone else feel like crap when an acquaintance or "friend" tells you they're going somewhere with friends and asks you if you want to join out of respect or something?

I feel like shit honestly

Why invite me last minute?

Now everyone is uncomfortable for a few moments before leaving me behind since I'm not technically not part of the group that's been together since middle school or something

i reached out to someone and it didnt go well. Except in reality it really could’ve gone well. I didnt really give myself the space to be rejected- so now here i am back on my own.

It’s like i whispered to someone in a windy tunnel and hoped they heard me.

i don’t need you to fix everything, i just need to know you’ll be there for me.

you can’t save everyone. you can’t fix them.

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There must be a way out.

呉竹CC福岡行くさんのツイート: “何回も上げて申し訳…… https://t.co/orn3If7wBf”

Oh boy I can’t wait to beat depression, put on pants, and do something productive today

Maybe tomorrow. 

Two Years Deep into Depression

I have become A half-empty fishtank What remains within me is gasping for breath.

The stagnant water Circles my hands In the corner the filter struggles to work.

You can hardly See inside me anymore I haven’t bothered to clean the surface.

You will find me Outside on the curb Unwanted and free.

A poem inspired by a lack of motivation to maintain daily hygiene. Depression is so hard sometimes.

Photo credit to Shopify.

I know it doesn't make sense but since I was young my brain kept telling me "the pain on the inside is too much... We need to cut it out and turn the pain to the outside" bruh... Why is my brain like this (I mean I know why but... Why?)

Depression is weird as hell, bc you'll be having a good day and one small bad thing happens, so now you have to hole yourself in your room away from anything dangerous so you don't hurt or kill yourself

weirdly enough, the constant in my life currently that keeps me a little more grounded though my constant state of depression is the sheer amount of bots i find myself blocking at the end of the day

You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:

To anyone that I was ever a brat to as a child;

If it makes you feel any better, I have crippling anxiety and depression now

Genuinely think I'm going through a rough depressive episode </3 not my favorite

yo how do i get outta this depression funk? i got shit to do. aint go no time to be moping about and questioning if i have a purpose in life or if i really do want to do what ive spent two years of my life studying for

"I'm not lazy, I'm just tired. and I don't mean because I've been working hard. Not at all. I'm tired from forcing myself to get out of bed everyday. I'm tired of distracting myself from the thoughts in my brain. I'm tired because all my energy is put to surviving and people don't understand that because all they see is how unproductive you are."

— depression is a disease and it's tiring

Etudier

Avant, étudier c’était pour faire briller des étoiles dans les yeux des adultes. C’était pour faire croire que j’étais quelqu’un de bien, de digne d’intérêt. C’était facile, c’était un jeu, je me racontais des histoires, ce en quoi j’excellais, on disait tu iras loin, et j’étais persuadée que c’était vrai. Longtemps, étudier a été une échappatoire, une fierté, un moteur d’ambition, quelque chose que j’aimais.

J’écrivais mes dictées comme des lettres d’amour. Je récitais l’alphabet comme un poème. Etudier valait la peine.

Aujourd’hui, maintenant que je suis adulte (qu’il est laid, ce mot, qu’il est écrasant), étudier est un mot qui me tord le ventre. Ce sont sept lettres comme une menace irrationnelle, sept lettres en moi qui font résonner les pierres. Pour mes études j’ai créé des échos qui font rouler des graviers dans ma gorge et me lacèrent de l’intérieur, l’angoisse en est devenue physique, et moi je suis : incontrôlable. J’ai des coups de sang, des crises de larmes, des rages infantiles. Je me noie entre mes fiches et mes listes interminables.

Il faut croire que même les études réveillent des monstres. Je suis terrifiée : de rater ma vie, de ne rien valoir, de me battre sans savoir pourquoi. Je suis terrifiée de poursuivre dans cette voie et de me rendre compte dans trente ans que ce n’était pas la mienne, que voilà, je me suis trompée, et que j’ai passé toute une vie à satisfaire des désirs qui n’étaient jamais les miens. C’est que je ne suis pas faite pour choisir, je n’ai pas de voie, non ; je suis mouvante et incapable de faire le deuil des possibles.

Je ne sais pas me définir sans ma quête de perfection, mes ambitions démesurées, mes exigences tyranniques. Je ne suis pas : sociable, jolie, intéressante, drôle, désirable. Alors je ne sais pas qui je suis si je ne parviens pas à réussir. C’est tout ce qu’il me reste. Je ne sais rien faire d’autre que cela, répondre à des exigences académiques, rentrer dans la norme, avoir un parcours sans accrocs.

Pour la première fois, étudier n’est pas facile. Peut-être que je n’irai pas si loin. Peut-être a-t-on placé en moi trop d’espoirs, trop d’attentes : des étouffements. J’ai l’impression que je n’ai jamais grandi, que j’ai fait semblant. Comment se faire à l’idée de décevoir ?

I don’t know if I’m mentally sick.

I just know that I’m really done with my emotional bullshit.

Lmao imagine being drawn to angst unconsciously so every piece of media you consume ends sadly and horribly and angsty.

Also like balling your fucking eyes out over fictional characters deaths or sadness or whatever

And then turning around and messing up your own characters lives so much that everyone they love dies horribly.

It’s almost like happiness is scarier than being sad

Can’t say I don’t do the same with my life either 🥲

Depression isn’t fake. Or trivial, or even simple. It’s nebulous, it’s important and it’s all. Too. REAL. Please...don’t joke about it. A reblog would be appreciated, but...at least remember this? It’s the least anyone could do.