i thought it was coqui
its pure hell. hell. hell hell.
it sure is
i have been living with this shit for as long as i can remember. i have also been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.
my depression sometimes kicks my ass, i dont eat or sleep for days and days.
i was just in the hosp last week and they made me eat.
i hate the up and downs, i hate how unpredictable this shit is.
everyone is like: go outside, its a nice day, walk it off, think of something pleasant.
ya
like it if where that fucking easy.
im so happy that you where able to escape the horrid grips of depression. i cant remember the last time i was 'normal', im gonna guess early 2006
Mine is over. I'm eating again, sleeping again, Zac sent me a kick ass book about anxiety, and I just can't believe it ever happened in the first place. Bizarre doesn't even describe it. It's like looking back at this crazed imposter of yourself and not being able to control them. Fuck me, the brain is a powerful thing.
my dad has moar grey hair, less fat, no stache...oh no wait yes, yes he has a stache.
ya, when i sit at home its worse, thats why im trying to do this trip with kiko.
but i also live with a severe panic disorder and i have no clue what my triggers are
before i had my son, my depression wasnt THIS bad, it would come and go... but since his birth, i had postpartum depression and then i slid into full fledge depression and i havent seen the light of day since
It's very h3lpful. Not all of it, but most of it. Some of it deals with sh*t that I don't come close to. I find that scary in itself. Somewhere out there are people dealing with some real hardcore mental monstrosities. It's very sad. Like Kiki. That breaks my heart knowing she puts up with that sh*t every single day. It makes me angry, too. No one should have to deal with that.
You probably shouldn't view this thread when you get home coqui...