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I’m still ashamed that I kept telling my 8 year old to ‘walk it off...you play sports, you get hurt, etc.’ He had a broken arm for two weeks. I'm fortunate he wasn't taken away.

I remember it, now that you mentioned it. That makes my post slightly meaner...

Have you not heard the horrifying story of Drew’s vasectomy????

I’m almost 40 and not once has another man ever said to me, “Hey you should have a couple of kids.” Well, there have been a few requests to take theirs home with me...

“We now return to ‘A Very Duggar Christmas’ “.

Mexico fan but I couldn’t be happier about the outcome. Those fans are garbage and deserve more than the heartache of this loss

Kind of unfair to make them play Trinidad AND Tobago at the same time.

But who is going to protect the children from *you*, Scott Walker?

Over, since he’s baiting us into using it at this point with throwaway comments like the one I jumped on.

Over/under on number of mailbags before no one uses this gif? I'm setting the bar at 50.

I own two shirts...

Having suffered with it for nearly fifteen years I can tell you that I would never ever wish Depression on even my worst enemy. Not only because of the inexplicable feeling of it, (which is not “being down” because its raining too much or “I’m sad that Joe broke up with me” but something entirely different and vast)

This comment bugs me. Mainly because it’s exactly the kind of mentality that inhibits me from being open with my partner or anyone else about my depression. Your comment is a confirmation of my fears and anxieties, about how much I burden him, suck all the energy from his life, and how he must struggle daily just to

I’ve had this conversation. . . It hurts the most to hear my partner say he wouldn’t blame me if I left him. He can’t see all the ways that he has made my life better, despite his depression (we call it “the sad”) and it makes me feel like he just expects me to give up on us one day. Deflated is the the perfect way to

Also this. Even after 5+ years together, and his mom being a psychologist, showing this picture to my boyfriend was arguably the first time the lightbulb flicked on and he said “I get it”. Obviously everyone’s different, but for me, sometimes I just need a nest to hide from the world, and hiding in there with me, not

I dated a depressed woman for almost a year and it’s something I will not do again. We agree on that. But, we disagree about nearly everything else you wrote and frankly, you comment shows either a complete lack of understanding about what depression is, or a stunning lack of compassion.

You seem to have a lot of resentment about this issue, you should probably work that out. Your post sounds very much like the “bootstraps” thinking a lot of conservatives like to champion. I also recognize that I don’t have the patience for being in a relationship with someone who is depressed either, but this stuff

Holy shit. Everything you just described is the ANTI-THESIS of what someone should be doing to help those in need. Depression is literally a chemical imbalance, what you just wrote is the equivalent of yelling at water to turn into wine, “JUST DO IT, hurry up and turn into wine, what are you happy being water?”.

Things

I needed this today. My boyfriend and I were up until four in the morning arguing because he sees himself as human garbage (this is what he actually said) and he wouldn’t blame me if I left. I just feel deflated.