Everything I touch turns to shit. I destroy every relationship I've been in. Even my body wants out and is trying to kill me. Keeping secrets doesn't work. Being honest doesn't work. I'm a shit mother, a shit partner, and a shit friend. No wonder everyone keeps leaving. I don't fucking blame them
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I've said before that it is truly and honor and pleasure to know you and nothing in our acquaintance has changed my mind about that. Again, I admire how you manage to be tough and kind at the same time.
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You can't expect yourself to go through this craziness without feeling *ALL* the emotions. And if you need help addressing them, get the support you need - there is no weakness in getting help for depression professionally or even just calling someone because you need an ear.
So many people are here for you, myself included.
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Also *cries* that a side effect of some chemo drugs is depression. Just what we all need, right. I mean, I'm already on the look out for chemo-brain. :(
Also...thanks for the reminder that depression lies. I've got Jenny Lawson's FURIOUSLY HAPPY on my bedside table, but I haven't been able to bring myself to read it yet. But I will, I will.
*hugs*
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