honestly, this is so important though. at 18, i had been depressed for so long that i was afraid of what would happen if it were to get treatment. “if this part of me goes away, who am i? will i still be the same me?” i was legitimately afraid of getting help for myself. your depression may shape you, but it doesn’t define you.
THIS IS SO FUCKING VALIDATING I CAN’T EVEN.
"Confidence from a pill is just as valid as lack of confidence from a damaged brain"
It took me until I was 19 years old to finally realize that there was no shame in taking medication, to realize that maybe I needed it, that my happiness wasn’t ‘fake’ if it came from a pill and not ‘from me.’
The “will I still be the same me” question was also one I dealt with. "Your depression may shape you, but it doesn’t define you."
Just like, fuck yeah, thank you everyone above for these words. While I’m sorry that other people had to go through this experience, it’s comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one who had to learn these lessons.
que manera de reirme con south park esta temporada <3
watching some Masters of Horror tonight for #spookyoctober, day 2.