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kid therapist. CCLS. chronically undiagnosable. halfway knowledgeable football fan… and allllllllllll the tweets in between

[k @kelseyobryan]

YASMIN AND HER HAIR TWIRLING IS DRIVING ME NUTTY #loveislanduk

[k @kelseyobryan]

I do not like Aiden not accepting Yasmin’s “no” as a complete sentence #loveislanduk

[k @kelseyobryan]

I do love mica’s Alabama football sweatshirt
#loveislanduk

[k @kelseyobryan]

Love island has made it super clear that they will fire you for racial slurs. Why are people who use language like that STILL APPLYING?! Or more generally speaking, WHY ARE PEOPLE STILL USING THAT LANGUAGE

[k @kelseyobryan]

Simba ain’t it either #loveislanduk

[k @kelseyobryan]

Tommy sucks too #loveislanduk

[k @kelseyobryan]

I cannot stand Priya on love island uk

[No BS Therapist @TweetATherapist]

Having anxiety doesn’t exempt someone from responsibilities. Having experienced trauma can explain behavior but doesn’t excuse it. Having boundaries doesn’t mean controlling others. Having good intentions doesn’t mean someone can’t still be problematic or cause unintended harm.

[مستر @5_8fm]

معلمة أمريكية في روضة أطفال طلبت من أمهات طلابها يسجلون فيديوهات مدح لأبنائهم عشان تعرضها لهم أثناء الاستراحه

واثناء عرض الفيديوهات لاحظت المعلمة تأثر احد الطلاب عندما سمع كلام امه عنه ومدحها له وكم هي فخوره به وتشكر الله على وجوده في حياتها

الإبن كان ينظر للشاشة وعينيه مليئة بالدموع وتمكنت المعلمة من توثيق اللحظة وارسلت الفيديو للأم

[k @kelseyobryan]

I’m not saying my bad days are any worse than everyone else’s but I am saying that when I have a bad work day it’s because children are having a hard time and that’s a lil heavy to carry QUIETLY… THANKS HIPAA

[k @kelseyobryan]

Emma is so nasty to this poor man

[b @wwxwashere]

when i don’t finish a book in 3 days so now it will take anywhere from 8 months to 10 years

[Smriii @smriiis_reading]

i said it was my favorite book i didn't say it was good

[k @kelseyobryan]

I love that all of my people, who I have locations for, are at home at 11:30pm on NYE

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

Functional depression looks really good on you from the outside.

You wake up to the alarm, not to some cinematic breakdown. You hit snooze twice, curse under your breath, and get up because there are emails and mouths and bills that do not care what your brain is doing. The toothbrush moves. The shower runs. The coffee machine hums. Your body walks through the script. Somewhere around 08:17 you catch your own face in the bathroom mirror and feel that tiny drop in your stomach. You look fine. That is the worst part. You look completely fine.

At work you are even better. You know the right jokes for the group chat. You write the Slack messages with the little emoji at the end so no one misreads your tone. You sit in meetings and nod at the right time, say something smart about timelines, share your screen. Your camera shows a person who is engaged and competent. Nobody sees that the entire time, there is a second movie running behind your eyes. Old conversations. Things you regret. Imaginary disasters. That one sentence someone said three years ago that still feels like a punch. All of it looping like a cursed playlist.

From the outside you look like a functioning adult. Inside you feel like a person trapped in a glass box at the bottom of a swimming pool.

The water is the thoughts. That constant buzz. You are sitting on the couch at 21:46, show playing on your laptop, phone in your hand, and you are not actually in the room. You are replaying every small failure of the day. The email where you sounded weird. The moment you saw your reflection in a shop window and hated your posture. The way your friend texted a bit shorter than usual. Your chest feels heavy and weirdly empty at the same time. You scroll anyway. You laugh at a meme. You send a reaction back. No one watching that scene would call it depression.

You keep telling yourself exactly that. It cannot be that bad. You have a job. You reply to messages. You pay rent on time. You show up for family. You wash dishes. You even make plans sometimes. Functional depression is cruel because it hands you a list of everything you manage to do and uses it as evidence against your own pain.

How can you be drowning when you are still walking.

There is a version of depression everyone knows how to recognize. The one where you cannot get out of bed. The one where you cry all the time. The dramatic collapse. The movie version. People feel sympathy for that one. They send messages. They ask if you need anything. They bring soup. What you have is different. You get out of bed. You go to work. You smile. You make the joke. You remember the birthday. You look like someone whose favorite phrase should be “I am fine.”

So you learn to become an expert at being fine.

You say “just tired” so many times it stops meaning anything. You say “busy lately” when what you mean is “I feel like there is a hole in my chest and I keep dropping pieces of myself into it.” You become the one who listens rather than talks because listening hurts less than explaining. When someone asks “how are you really,” you feel this flash of panic. If you open that door, you are not sure you can close it fast enough to still make your 10:30 meeting.

Functional depression turns your life into a performance where the main skill is not letting anyone see the stagehands behind the curtain.

Your body keeps trying to report the truth in weird small ways. The tension headache that hits every afternoon around 16:12 when your screen starts to blur. The way your jaw clicks because you grind your teeth all night. The random wave of nausea in the supermarket under fluorescent lights. The way your heart suddenly spikes for no obvious reason when you get a harmless notification. None of it is dramatic enough to count as an emergency. All of it adds up to a nervous system tapping on the glass.

[𝒶rα˚˖𓍢ִ໋ @yslmammi]

functional depression is real. you work, joke, and take care of your family, yet mentally, you're drowning in your own thoughts…and no one knows.

[k @kelseyobryan]

Today I’m grateful that I don’t have a single friend who asked me to do a “friendsgiving”

[HustleBitch @HustleBitch_]

🚨 14-YEAR-OLD’S RESPONSE TO MEGYN KELLY’S EPSTEIN COMMENTS JUST SHOOK THE INTERNET

A 14-year-old girl named Eloise just uploaded a video that’s blowing up across social media and has triggered one of the biggest debates of the week.

She says she wasn’t even planning to speak because “this is an adult topic,” but after hearing Megyn Kelly describe Epstein’s victims as “the barely-legal type… like 15,” she decided someone her age needed to say something.

And she doesn’t hold back:

“Kids in my grade are turning 15 right now. Some of us still have baby faces. Some of us still have braces. Some of us still call our parents when we’re scared at night. Some of us STILL look like middle schoolers - because we basically are.”

“Under federal law, anyone under 18 is a child. No loopholes. No technicalities.”

But the part that detonated the internet is this:

“If a 14-year-old has to get online to explain this to a grown adult with a national platform… then SOMETHING is seriously wrong.”

“Kids my age shouldn’t have to be the moral compass in rooms full of adults.”

Now the clip is everywhere with people arguing law, ethics, wording, responsibility, media framing, and whether a 14-year-old should even be part of this conversation.

What’s the part of this situation no one wants to say out loud?

[k @kelseyobryan]

Let’s fast forward the next 6 weeks please