My counselor explained to me how my brain works and suggested I be on medication. And I wanna b that person on insta whose like “hey world I have mental issues and it’s totes normal and ok and I’m considering medication” just so I can be there for someone who is going though the same thing. But it’s like… it’s not. I don’t live in a world where that is normal. I live in a world where having a mental disorder is shamed, a taboo, and swept under the rug. Throwing a fuckin vacuum at the head of another human is more normal than admitting “hey I have mental issues”

On top of that. My parents r racist. And I feel really bad for my boyfriend.

My boyfriend is such a nice warm positive human being. I feel like I can’t tell him anything and if/when I do, I feel like shit afterwards like damn why the fuck did I say anything now he thinks I’m stupid and annoying and then I just shit on myself and I go to bed hoping to never wake up.

My boyfriend is so positive and I can’t keep up with him. Sometimes I feel like he’s trying to convince me to live a lie where life is nice and clean and pretty but it not. It’s fucking not all the time.

It’s just not. I understand it’s persective.

And my perspective right now is that it’s shitty. I’m a shitty person. I’m stupid and really worthless. And I feel like no one wants to hear it. Because I should be… “more positive.”

But I’m not. Is that okay? Is that okay for you? I’m not. I’m really not. I’m a fucking lie.

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i mean…it’s true but like…who says that??

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earthcomet:

When the depression meme fad ended but u still have like……actual depression

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