so many times i’ve had people in my life try to tell me to stop listening to sad music when i’m already sad/depressed/going through the motions, but it truly feels like being understood by someone, that someone is saying the words you can’t find
The height of hypocrisy is Donald Trump demanding metal detectors, armed guards, and locked-down ballrooms for his own safety, while refusing even the most basic gun control for classrooms full of vulnerable kids.
I deeply relate to when Dostoevsky said: "Half of my problems are that I don't speak much, and the other half of them is that when I do speak, the words don't sound like what I wanted to say."
One of the best things my therapist ever told me was:
Stop assuming that people are mad at you.Stop attempting to read people's minds. Stop trying to manage the thoughts and emotions of others. Let people be in charge of themselves.If they have something to say to you, they will.And if they don't, it's their responsibility, not yours.
If you needed to hear that, maybe this account can help.
Everyone loves preaching about mental health on the timeline, but the brutal truth is nobody actually wants to be around a depressed person. The second your struggle becomes an inconvenience, the distancing begins.
Society loves the aesthetic of support and the hashtags, but they despise the reality. Real depression isn't a cute movie scene; it's zero energy and canceled plans.
The moment you stop being fun, you are suddenly labeled as "negative," a "burden," or "too heavy to handle." They want you healed, but refuse to sit in the dark with you while you hurt.
People will literally watch you drown and then complain that your splashing is ruining their vibe. You learn very quickly who actually loves you, and who just loved the entertaining version of you.
The silence you get from your "friends" when you hit rock bottom is the loudest reality check of adulthood.
People have exactly a two-week limit on their sympathy. When you first break down, everyone is supportive. But if your depression lasts longer than a fortnight, they get incredibly annoyed.
You are not allowed to have long-term struggles. Society expects you to have a quick, cinematic breakdown, cry it out over the weekend, and bounce back to being productive by Monday.
The exact second they realize your depression isn't just a temporary mood swing but a constant struggle, the "take all the time you need" energy completely vanishes.
They stop checking in and start treating your mental state like a deliberate character flaw. You aren't struggling anymore; you are just "not trying hard enough" or "choosing to be miserable."