By Mrs. Messiness, on August 29th, 2009%
Tonight, I am one of those people I can’t stand that look at sad things and read sad poems and listen to sad music and be sad.
I suck. I hate it when I do this.
The problem with being someone who “suffers from depression” is that you can’t tell the difference between sad or down or blue . . . → Read More: Don’t even read this.
By Mrs. Messiness, on April 7th, 2009%
“I am prone to depression”.
No.
“Sometimes I get depressed”.
No.
“I struggle with dep-” No.
“Depression has always been a-” No, that’s stupid.
I never talk about it except to my husband, and even that is new. Before him, the only time I came close to discussing it was if someone demanded that yes-I-did remember that-one-time that-one-thing happened, and I have . . . → Read More: Emerging
