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This captures exactly how I feel. It’s so difficult to pursue external goals when I can’t even get the inside of my own head together.
The worst part of this is, that for some people, their depression stems from factors that result from personal faults… I don’t know any way of saying this without sounding shitty, but here’s a flowchart:
Lack of social skills > lack of friends > more mistakes made due to lack of social skills alienates more people around them > isolation/bullying >depression.
The problem here is to recover from depression *and* become a better person, but how that can be achieved, I don’t know.
My Mother loves me.
My sister loves me.
My wife loves me.
My daughters love me.
My granddaughters love me.
I don’t love me. I don’t even like me. I’mm just a disappointment to me.
Remarkably true comic.
At school, around my friends I feel loved and appreciated and happy. Then lLying in bed, I wonder how anyone could care about me, I go over my every fault and how my friends must hate me for them. Is this depression?
This is painfully accurate
Seeing the friend I was in love with but rejected by, and all I can think is how she must look at me now and think she dodged a bullet by not getting together with me.
Being with someone who does love me, and all I can think is that she would be so much better off without me, if she had never met me in the first place. Hearing her tell me she loves me, and all I can feel is that I’m a chain around her ankle, dragging her down.
This is too relatable.
at least your scars at last healed miss ….. yeah physical scars not mental ones ……. those will never heal ……
I’m not going to lie: This one destroyed me.
Can’t think of how many countless times I’ve just sat there thinking this…
Accurate haha
This… is a little too accurate