Tag: depression

10-Minute Warning CCVII

Start time: 5:30pm.

Since last weekend, I’ve been pretty upset about a few things. One reason is a Threads user who went on a hateful streak and kept dismissing mental health disorders like depression. I never interacted with her, but her cruel words are upsetting enough. “Depression is not real. It’s just in your head.” Are you fucking shitting me? If mental health disorders aren’t real, then many wouldn’t be suffering from them, and I’m not suffering like this. Are we that irrelevant? Huh?

People have ganged up on her for what she said, which led her to deactivate her account. Frankly, I’m glad that they called her out because what she did was fucking heartless, and people like her are exactly why many people (including me) are afraid to open up about their mental health. And the worst part: with the way she acted, I’m not sure she will ever change.

Fuck this shit.

End time: 5:35pm.

Another Conversation Among Deranged Writers II: Notes to Self XXXI

2019

One humid yet emotionally cold afternoon, I was missing someone more than usual, even though it had been months since our bridge burned. And then I remembered it was that person’s birthday. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to send a simple, casual greeting for the occasion, so I pulled my phone, quickly texted it, and went on with my normally depressing day.

Past midnight, after pigging out on my third plate of baked macaroni in four hours, I took my nightly medicine and dozed off. There, I was teleported to a part of dreamland I’d never been before, and I’m a pretty vivid dreamer. I entered this almost-vast coliseum-like courtroom with chains covering the ceiling, and people were in their chairs like confident judges. After a minute, my eyes became much clearer: the ones in their seats were alternate versions of me.

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