I laugh when people who are not depressed tell me that life is beautiful. No, it isn’t. Life is full of cruelty and suffering, a never-ending cycle of pain and despair. I would kill myself, but I am afraid of death. I want to stop existing without going through the process of dying. People have no understanding of this issue. I am fucking tired of pretending that life is worth living. Please do not respond to this post. Discussing this only makes my depression worse. Thanks.
As someone who’s also diagnosed with depression I’ll at least say this:
It isn’t inherently a cycle of cruelty and despair. I mean the fact that people tell us otherwise means that, at least for them, it isn’t. It’s sad but there’s a lot to life that we’re just missing.
I laugh when people who are not depressed tell me that life is beautiful. No, it isn’t. Life is full of cruelty and suffering, a never-ending cycle of pain and despair. I would kill myself, but I am afraid of death. I want to stop existing without going through the process of dying. People have no understanding of this issue. I am fucking tired of pretending that life is worth living. Please do not respond to this post. Discussing this only makes my depression worse. Thanks.
You do you, man, but I will carefully suggest you try therapy. It exists for a reason. No need to reply, I don’t want to invoke discussion.
As someone who’s also diagnosed with depression I’ll at least say this:
It isn’t inherently a cycle of cruelty and despair. I mean the fact that people tell us otherwise means that, at least for them, it isn’t. It’s sad but there’s a lot to life that we’re just missing.