Do you have an actual job, or does someone pay you to be a troll? Asking for a friend.

I went to the page and owner said the cops acted on their own. They saw her reach her hand in the car and Becky Beckied out o_0. The owner said she didn’t even see her do it. Cops had to make an example out of her I suppose.

“Why are you talking to a dog?”

So, why is she still alive? Where’s the procedural choke hold? Why wasn’t she stripped topless and flung to the ground? This bitch was treated like royalty.

Shout out to everyone like me, for whom thinking about taking anxiety medication fills them with even more anxiety.

I motion that instead of delicious tacos, racist douchebag should have several hundred pounds of unseasoned chicken, jars of mayonaise and Karen’s potato salad (complete with raisins) delivered to him. That’s all he deserves.

I’ve never heard of persistent depressive disorder before now but I think you just really hit the nail on the head for me, I wasn’t diagnosed with depression till I was about 18 but I’ve been aware of it since I was in elementary school and at this point it’s been nearly 20 years of this and I just accept that it’s…

Thank you for your description of the “chrysalis phase.” You are spot on. I also live with diagnosed dysthymia and I’m in a chrysalis phase right now. I continue to avoid my friends so I can surrender to the relief of solitude and I never had the words to explain why I do this. Thank you for your generous and adept…

“And in the past they’ve often used the fact that I’m [sort of] a mess to try to ‘motivate me’ by pointing out my failings. It’s mostly had the opposite effect.”

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve tried to explain that to loved one, I could likely retire.

Man. During the work with my last therapist, I uncovered that I was basically born depressed. The only times I can recall going through passages with no depression whatsoever have been short lived, slightly scary, and manic-feeling, followed by far longer periods of profound depression. I had a funk that lasted for…

Thank you so much for this post. This is my second time trying to leave a response because I was too overwhelmed to form coherent sentences the first time. It helps knowing that I’m not the only one dealing with this. Depression is a parasite sucking the life & joy out of everything you love. I think the worst part…

Hey, it’s me! The most fun is the massive impostor complex where I live my life terrified of other people discovering I’m actually a disastrously deficient human being, where everything I do is to distract from or conceal that fact. Thank you for writing this

I learn that more and more.

I can so relate to this post. I spent years being told I was just “negative” or “emotional” or pretty much just a bitch. The fact that people dismiss mental illness and say sh*t like “cheer up” or, “get over it” is the most frustrating part. I don’t WANT to be like this. I hate it. Why would people think that always…

YES. Exactly this. I may be functioning in one area of my life, but am honestly too drained to deal with the rest.

As a person with dysthymia I think the worst thing is how the symptoms often aren’t overt and dramatic (at least for me) and people confuse your more depressive episodes as laziness. Like you aren’t crying and cutting yourself so you have no excuse for not wanting to do get out of bed. And you hear this. You…

It’s too bad that you don’t think he’d ever consider therapy, because cognitive behavioral therapy sounds like it could be SO HELPFUL for him! The whole idea is that it teaches you how to identify negative or distorted thought patterns and gives you the skills to change them, so you can think clearly and respond to…

Dysthymia is described by the Mayo Clinic as “a continuous long-term (chronic) form of depression. You may lose interest in normal daily activities, feel hopeless, lack productivity, and have low self-esteem and an overall feeling of inadequacy. These feelings last for years and may significantly interfere with your…

April 19th birthday. My first memory of depression is age 11. But prior to my current episode, it’s always come and gone on its own. Mostly triggered (I’ve also grown to hate that word) by major life events like graduation, which are reminders of my loss...

Tough love, unsolicited advice, and minimizing can wind up exacerbating his mental state or driving him away. The best way you can help is to be patient and supportive. Here’s some reading to start. I hope it helps.