Don’t be rude.
I mean I have things on my chest that I want to get off my chest.
Why do we say that? I have things I want to get off my chest? Aren’t they really things we want to get out of our brains?
Tag Archives: Depression lies
Because A Swollen Face Is All The Rage
I want to thank all of you who listened to me talk about struggling with depression. Even The Bloggess weighed in and while that wasn’t a cure or anything, it did bring a big fat fucking smile to my face.
As thrilled as I was with her comment, it was all of you. You have no idea how much that helped pierce the fog in my brain. I felt less alone. I felt understood.
What If I Have Honest Depression?
I’ve been reading The Bloggess’s blog for a few years now. She speaks very openly about her issues with mental illness and while I am sorry that anyone suffers from mental illness, it is comforting to know that we’re not alone in the world.
One phrase that I’ve read in her blog over and over is this: Depression Lies.