βSome days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I donβt know whatβs worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.β
When you donβt like yourself you donβt notice anything. You donβt care about what people think of you. When you hate yourself, whatever people say it doesnβt make sense. βWhy do they like me? Why do they care about me?β Because you donβt care about yourself at all.
β β¦unfortunately, we live in a world where if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast, but if you tell people youβre depressed, everyone runs the other way. Thatβs the stigma. We are so, so, so accepting of any body part breaking down, other than our brains. And thatβs ignorance. Thatβs pure ignorance. And that ignorance has created a world that doesnβt understand depression, that doesnβt understand mental health. β
Maybe it is true, that people care when itβs too late.
If you break someone and they still wish you the best, youβve lost the greatest thing for you.
Sometimes doing what benefits you is the hardest thing to do.
Going to sleep with a negative mood is a sure-fire way to wake up wanting to kill myself.