Hi, call me Anna. I prefer to be surrounded by books, cats, my laptop, candles, my sketchbook and a huge cup of tea/coffee. Not humans, 'cause sometimes I don't understand all the things they do. My favourite colours are black and pastel pink and I dislike synthetic light, television, people and - at least - me.



fun fact: you don’t cure depression by telling me i have nothing to be sad about

another fun fact: you dont cure anxiety by just getting up and doing whatever it is that makes you anxious

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girl/boy/nb: *diagnosed with anorexia*
everyone: kids in 3rd world countries would give anything for that food, and you refuse it!
girl/boy/nb: *diagnosed as bulimic*
everyone: cancer patients with give anything to be able to keep their food in, and you choose to throw it up!
girl/boy/nb: *diagnosed as a binge eater*
everyone: chill your fat ass out, some kids eat once a day!
girl/boy/nb: *suicidal*
everyone: people die every day, you should be grateful for your life!
girl/boy/nb: *self harms*
everyone: lots of people have it worse than you, be grateful about how good you have it!
girl/boy/nb: *has anxiety*
everyone: stop freaking out over everything, it's not that big of a deal!
girl/boy/nb: yep that fixed everything thanks
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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.

Depression is humiliating.

If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.

It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.

Depression is humiliating.

No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Pearl (via psych-facts)

This is seriously the most accurate description of depression. Wow.

(via fake-that-smile-babe)

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12543) Having someone touching me is too much, because all I can think of is that the places they’re touching has fat on it, and I can’t stand feeling so disgusted by myself, thinking that they notice how fat I really am.
12546) I don’t know if I really have an ED, but I feel like a normal person doesn’t obsess this much over food and weight loss.