therareandferociousswamprabbit:

Is that Harper? Looking like a goddamned robot in response to all that cute?


It’s a photo of me with Harper!

therareandferociousswamprabbit:

Is that Harper? Looking like a goddamned robot in response to all that cute?

It’s a photo of me with Harper!

(Source: absolutelymadness)

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. 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. 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.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.

Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.

It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.

(via general-grievous)

I’m beginning to understand that true recovery only begins when you internalize these truths completely

You cannot even hope to heal unless you truly believe that depression is a disease. 

(via anedumacation)

^^italicizing on that last comment is mine. file under: tmi; things have i to work on.

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kateandtheworld:

I give up…this is basically just a food blog and I’m not even sorry. 
These are Stroopwafles and they are the most delicious biscuts ever. 
thank you Netherlands.
(This is what I do, I travel soley so I can eat ALL the food)

kateandtheworld:

I give up…this is basically just a food blog and I’m not even sorry. 

These are Stroopwafles and they are the most delicious biscuts ever. 

thank you Netherlands.

(This is what I do, I travel soley so I can eat ALL the food)

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For all you non Beliebers out there… This is for you!