“It was a weird feeling. We all knew it was gonna happen…but it just always seemed such a far away thing, really. It was quite emotional, really. Partly it was kind of seeing Dan cry, I think. I’ve never seen him cry, I don’t think. We’re not really used seeing each other cry at all, really.”
- Rupert Grint (When Harry Left Hogwarts)
Via Strange is Relative
Some of the regular followers here may or may not have noticed I’ve got “a little bit of depression.” I don’t like to talk about it very often, especially not with random people. I’ve told a very few close friends and for the most part, it didn’t help me out. I basically cope with it best by isolating myself until the worst part is over.
I often cry for a few days, consider suicide, decide I’m not using my life well, etc.
Every once in a while I make a friend who I trust enough to share my feelings with, and they decide it’s the right thing to do to blame me for my feelings and call me a coward.
As someone who’s overcome a hell of a lot of issues, I think it’s my “right” to feel depressed from time to time, but I don’t believe anyone ever has the right to yell at me or call me a name that furthers my insecurity and heightens my interest in ending my own life.
It isn’t just a feeling that I can get over, I’m certain I have some amount of damage, and for what it’s worth, I’m proud of myself for still existing.
I might delete this post (or at least my text) sometime in the future, but I really do hope someone comes away from reading this with a greater sense of what it means to be depressed. Be a friend, not hurtful.
(Source: realizeviennawaitsforyou)
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