Repost
Yeah this is a repost I know at least two of you might care about...who knows, kinda long so I split it with cuts
Everyone deals with depression. Every goddamn one of us. But here's what you do, and you, and Sheida, and Zak and whoever else the fuck out there is reading this needs to follow it.
1.) Turn off the damn music. Honestly.
2.) Go outside. Just for a walk. You don't have to do anything more than even just stand outside.
3.) Stop making dipshit decisions. You'll only wind up depressed if you make stupid, impulsive decisions. Using your heart is great, but you have a brain to counteract it for a reason.
4.) If you do make a dipshit decision, think to yourself -- dammit, that was dumb. Better not do it again. Don't dwell on it.
5.) Not everyone hates you. You're not going to die. You're not a fucking idiot. So stop saying it.
6.) The whole make-up on your face and tears and awful dresswear, needs to stop. Get some colors. Life is not a funeral. And "it looks good on me" is not an excuse. It does not look good on anyone.
7.) Cutting, purging, puking, starving, crying, poetry-writing, whining, bitching, sniveling, self-doubting, low self-esteeming, screaming, smoking, toking, gorging, etc, are just plain stupid. The most common feeling in the world is loneliness, so don't think you're the only one going through shit or that no one gets it. If you're having a bad day/week/month, don't inflict pain or do self-destructive things. That's the single most cowardly way to deal with issues. In fact, it's not even dealing with issues. It's hiding.
If anyone honestly says they can't do all of those things, then they're just being lazy. Which reinforces the former point, that Emo is a frame of mind, and a lazy excuse at that. This is not directed at anyone in particular, but it's just something to shut up and follow -- or else stop wondering why you feel so damn bad. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________
ShadowsNeophyte: Agreed there, I am depressed to the point where my Shrink sat down with me and gave me two options, I shit you not, before bringing it to my parents...
1) We can either give you the meds, and you can take all the side affects and live life with a restraining haze.
2) deal with it yourself, its not all that hard really, and you seem to have the self control to deal with it. (this is towards me again so shh all you) amd the easiest way is (look above)
I think that ticks alot of people off, I technically should have the meds, I dont, and Im me. I have my ups and downs, Im depressed now and then and dont want to get out of bed, but I force myself out of bed, and in the end there is always somone who makes me smile (Love you Tally and Claire, you always can make me smile)