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iamcode

And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.

It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
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millennium-lily

This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.

markula

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS

fmnstklljy

I’ve seen this reblogged without the original caption before and boy was i confused

kar-kat-dennings

Wait, this version of the post misses out what I think is the most important bit of the paragraph

“The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”“

sinistralcentaur

^^^^^

seasonallydefective

Since realizing this, I’ve started asking friends who are upset, “do you want a solution or do you just need to vent?” Because those are two very different things.

madamehearthwitch

Yes, asking someone if they want advice or sympathy/commiseration is a habit I’m really trying to get into! Generally I’m not so bad, but I still slip up

the-art-of-yoga

boostergold78

I didn’t know Mr. T pityed fool’s that weren’t woke, but that’s awesome. #respect

lordxeras

“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself: “What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.” That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.“

-Mr. T on the subject of his name

riftwingdesigns

Reblog every time

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