And in the morning they shook their pillows violently, hoping all the dreams they lost that night would tumble out.
My psychology teacher showed us this picture in class and spent a good 10 minutes talking about how depression is a disorder, a mental disease, not a choice, etc. I respect him so much for that.
This. One thousand times this.
I hate how people are always like “just be happy” or “just stop being sad”. Do you think I chose to be like this? No. It’s something way out of my control.
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My dad and I just got in a fight about this because he thinks it’s a choice and you just have to “stop being negative” if it were that fucking easy you really think I wouldn’t have don’t it sooner? As if I enjoy feeling like this? What the fuck I can’t even handle the ignorance sometimes.















