Yeah, let's spread this out-of-context take on depression from someone who is not a mental health professional.
Fucking bullshit.
Depression lies to you. And, once you live with it long enough, you know it lies to you.
You know that the voice that tells you that nothing is worth doing is not speaking truly.
You know that the voice that says that there's nothing, absolutely nothing that will ever bring joy to you, and that there is nothing to look forward to, neither tomorrow nor any time in the future - you know it's not speaking truly.
You know that the voice that tells you that you are worthless, that you are a burden, that you are nothing but a disappointment and a waste of everything that was given to you, and everyone would have been better off if you removed yourself from that equation because all you do is let everyone else down - you know that that voice is lying to you.
Often enough you know it's lying, in particular, about you being not just unworthy of love, but inherently unlovable because people who love you tell you they do, and you know they are speaking the truth.
You know that voice is lying, and yet you believe it, you believe it as strongly as anything can be believed, and you wave away everyone else.
That's the bitch part of depression: you can't logic it away. You know your brain is sabotaging you, and you just roll along until, for whatever reason, you can't anymore.
And yet even after bouncing up from that abyss, the next time you end up there, that voice will sounds as convincing as it ever did.
Fucking bullshit.
Depression lies to you. And, once you live with it long enough, you know it lies to you.
You know that the voice that tells you that nothing is worth doing is not speaking truly.
You know that the voice that says that there's nothing, absolutely nothing that will ever bring joy to you, and that there is nothing to look forward to, neither tomorrow nor any time in the future - you know it's not speaking truly.
You know that the voice that tells you that you are worthless, that you are a burden, that you are nothing but a disappointment and a waste of everything that was given to you, and everyone would have been better off if you removed yourself from that equation because all you do is let everyone else down - you know that that voice is lying to you.
Often enough you know it's lying, in particular, about you being not just unworthy of love, but inherently unlovable because people who love you tell you they do, and you know they are speaking the truth.
You know that voice is lying, and yet you believe it, you believe it as strongly as anything can be believed, and you wave away everyone else.
That's the bitch part of depression: you can't logic it away. You know your brain is sabotaging you, and you just roll along until, for whatever reason, you can't anymore.
And yet even after bouncing up from that abyss, the next time you end up there, that voice will sounds as convincing as it ever did.