Disabled&Depressed

Part one

• Impending concerts
• My pets
• New music from bands I like
• People I haven’t met yet
• More time with people I love
• Travel to new places
• Spite my enemies
• Fresh hair color
• Tattoos to get

“The more I read, the more every aspect of my personhood is reduced to deep diagnostic flaws. I hadn’t understood how far the disease had spread. How complete its takeover of my identity was. The things I want. The things I love. The way I speak. My passions, my fears, my zits, my eating habits, the amount of whiskey I drink, the way I listen, and the things I see. Everything—everything, all of it—is infected. My trauma is literally pumping through my blood, driving every decision in my brain.

…

I am the common denominator in the tragedies of my life.”

—Stephanie Woo, What My Bones Know

#depression #anxiety #attachment #mentalillnessawareness #cptsd #ptsd

I got drunk instead of killing myself today. 

I suppose that’s a win. 

I wish I could give as much as I get. I feel like I’m doomed to forever love too hard, too much, and there’s no one that can match those feelings about me. 

#depression #anxiety #attachment #mentalillnessawareness

I forgot that everything is my fault, silly me

lonely and overwhelmed