It’s nice having a good idea of how happiness is supposed to feel. Today was perfect. You’re perfect. I love you so much.
If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest and best things you will ever do.
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A thought.
I was talking to my friend today while we were walking back from 7-Eleven. And she said something that really got my attention. She said, “Sometimes, I feel like I’m not me. Like, I’m somebody else who was put inside my body with someone else’s memories. I feel disconnected to who I used to be, and who I feel like I really am.” And, I understood. It’s eerie, and really off-putting. I don’t recognize who I see in the mirror. I can recall memories from looking at old photographs, but I can’t remember them. As if I wasn’t there for them, when I really know I was. I feel lost, and extremely lonely. I feel trapped in a world I’m not even remotely familiar with, and I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I feel like I’m trapped in a dream, and I just can’t seem to wake up. Like, all of these emotions, and experiences, and relationships, and ambitions, goals, needs, everything, is just all in my head. I’m afraid that I’m never going to fully comprehend what’s happening in my head, and it just makes me feel like everything really isn’t okay…
Yes.
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