I'm tired. Food makes me ill. I'm sad.
I feel like crying. Just randomly really. I'll be fine for an hour, two, three... then I'll feel like crying over nothing in particular.
Sometimes I seriously consider seeing a shrink who could put me on overpriced meds that would force happiness from me just so I wouldn't have to feel this.
"It's a chemical inbalance in your brain that causes depression." "A problem that can be fixed by correcting the chemicals."
Is that it? Or would the drugs make me not me. Is the sadness what I'm meant to feel? Is the sadness me? Why is what I feel wrong? I don't like it but it doesn't mean it's wrong or a problem or that it has to be corrected through drugs right? How do we know that this isn't the natural state of the human mind? How do we know that the abnormality isn't happiness?
I feel like crying. Just randomly really. I'll be fine for an hour, two, three... then I'll feel like crying over nothing in particular.
Sometimes I seriously consider seeing a shrink who could put me on overpriced meds that would force happiness from me just so I wouldn't have to feel this.
"It's a chemical inbalance in your brain that causes depression." "A problem that can be fixed by correcting the chemicals."
Is that it? Or would the drugs make me not me. Is the sadness what I'm meant to feel? Is the sadness me? Why is what I feel wrong? I don't like it but it doesn't mean it's wrong or a problem or that it has to be corrected through drugs right? How do we know that this isn't the natural state of the human mind? How do we know that the abnormality isn't happiness?
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I miss you.. I'm glad we got to talk for a little bit tonight before you went off to bed. I'm once again up too late for no apparent reason at all. Oh well... Apparently I slept through most of the movie anyway. Forgot that Troy was a long one....
I love you, and I wish I could just crawl into bed with you again and hold you, especially with you feeling the way you do now... I wish there were something I could do...
antidepressants steal the last lingering threads of your soul and turn them into cotton candy. it's not as cool as it sounds.