ITS SO CUTE I HAVE TO REBLOG IT AGAINN
I WANNA BE THIS KIND OF PARENT
I’ve been on tumblr too long. HAHAHA!
I feel like something is wrong with me because my emotions are all over the place, ranging from depressed to hyper to angry within minutes. I am constantly over-thinking and because of that, I over-react. I can’t help but feel like I’m not normal but I’m scared to talk to someone because I don’t want the confirmation that I’m broken or somehow mental.
Wow. This sounds so familiar. I hope it geets better for you.
“The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I’ll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction - until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define “literature”. The Latin root simply means “letters”. Those letters are either delivered - they connect with an audience - or they don’t. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that’s because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books - and thus what they count as literature - really tells you more about them than it does about the book.”
I meet many people offended by evolution, who passionately prefer to be the personal handicraft of God than to arise by blind physical and chemical forces over aeons from slime…What they wish to be true, they believe is true.
Only 9 percent of Americans accept the central finding of modern biology that human beings (and all other species) have slowly evolved by natural processes from a succession of more ancient beings with no divine intervention needed along the way.”
“Do you know what depression feels like? It feels like a thousand pound weight holding your body down in a pool of water, barely reaching your chin. So no matter how bad your neck hurts you gotta keep your head up to survive. It’s looking at the sky, seeing how far away heaven is from you right now. It’s how much you hate now, and every second after it. It’s the feeling after you realize that one thing that you want so passionate is drifting past your tips and each time you reach to grab it you get a mouth full of water and you sacrifice drowning. Depression is the pressure bouncing against your chest, asthmatic, air keeps seeping in even though I don’t want to breathe again. Depression is finally falling asleep and waking up so pissed off for no apparent reason in the morning. It’s a constant state of mourning, when the only thing that died is your pride. It’s pushing everybody that loves you as far away from you as humanly possible cause I don’t deserve them. Desert them before they desert me. It’s quicksand sinking, it’s feeling alone in a room full of people. It’s alright… yeah, I’m okay. No, really, really, I’m good. It’s applying a clown face and pretending everything is cool and content when you know you will explode any minute.Depression is four hydrocodones, two x pills, and a poetry show.Feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world. It’s tears that will never fall from your cheek, fear of adding to the water that I’m already chin deep in… Yeah, I wanna die but not that way. Maybe Kurt Cobain like, possibly Chris Benoit type, partly Chris Farley. Feeling like the biggest clown in the smallest circus. Worthless, when will my best be good enough anyway? It’s being afraid, of being alone, with your own thoughts in an empty apartment but not wanting anyone around you. It’s going to the bathroom in total darkness not wanting to see your own reflection. It’s taking five showers a day at least and still not feeling clean. Depression is the demon at the bottom of a Zoloft bottle.Depression is the reason I called into work today, and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I could get a hundred hours of sleep and still feel tired as hell. Searching for a clear definition of self. It’s the thanks for nothing look you give the people who tell you to pray and everything will be okay, but the only explanation is crazy. But you wouldn’t call me crazy if you knew how much I hate me. It’s biting your nails till your fingers bleed, steadily grinding your teeth. Depression is the reason this poem has no ending.”
— Depression By: Rage Almighty (via highandying)
BANG ON. If anyone is struggling to explain to others their condition and their battles, read this out to them. I struggle very much to explain what I went through, what I go through on a daily basis. This does describe accurately some of what I went through.
if u have perfectly clear skin and u complain about one tiny little blemish i will personally beat u with a shovel
That. And then I’ll take you aside and shower you with compliments and love so you don’t feel the need to pick apart every tiny flaw in your appearance. Yeah, I can be pretty nice too ^_^
Everyday, I just never know. I never know how the day would go. I never know how the next five minutes would go. Having bipolar, anxiety/panic disorder and OCD, I never know. Anything and nothing could set off a reaction. I feel wonderful and crash a few moments later. I think the hardest part of the whole situation is living in a world that doesn’t want to understand. Mental health is a dirty little secret that most people want swept under the rug. I really want it to get better…….
So do I Kim, so do I. And you know what? It will…