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morimementa · 6 hours
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morimementa · 22 hours
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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to
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morimementa · 23 hours
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One of the many weird things about depression is that it retcons your life. Not only are you lying in bed feeling like a piece of shit and that everything is awful, but you start projecting those feelings back along your own time stream - you start low-key believing you've always felt this way, that nothing good has ever happened, or if it has it happened a long time ago.
On January 1st of last year I decided to start keeping a tally of good days and bad days, because I stopped trusting my brain to report on that accurately. I expected to come and look at the tally when I was depressed and go "oh, I had a good day only a few days ago. this hasn't always been like this."
What I didn't expect was that the process of asking myself whether a day had been good or bad would radically shift my perspective on what a bad day was and what a good day was. On the very first day, when I'd achieved nothing and had felt sad and slow all day, I went to put a notch in the Bad Day column before stopping myself:
wait, i thought. has today actually been bad? not bad enough to write it off. i played rummikub online with my partner. i drank some water. i had a long bath. no, today wasn't a bad day.
And so I put a notch in the Good Day column and went to bed. The next day I did the same thing, and the next day, and the next day. Just the process of going over my day every day meant that I found at least one good thing that happened every day. I had a good meal. I went to the pub and was around people, albeit quietly. I went for a walk. I saw a duck. There were days where truly awful, terrible things happened, but even on those days there was always something - even if the something was a simple as We Were There For Each Other or We Reminisced.
On December 31st I put the final tally down. Not a single day had been so bad that I could justify writing it off as a bad day. The bad day column was completely empty.
I'm still depressed, occasionally deeply, but I think I have more perspective. Depression is a physical feeling, and an emotional feeling, but even without trying *something* comes along every day that makes me glad I'm here despite that feeling.
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morimementa · 23 hours
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they used to make smackable technology. you used to be able to hit your tv when it didn't work good.
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morimementa · 23 hours
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the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.
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morimementa · 23 hours
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But that’s just a theory. A – no, I shan’t say it.
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The way I beelined over to him when I saw him in the wild
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Ashamed owner of official jumbo josh garten of banban plush
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She never took my magic seriously
She might be a bitch, but indeed the witch is me
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This cute little guy has been hanging outside my grandma's garage lately 🥰
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You've encountered: opossum with a pencil!
What will they draw!
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still thinking about her everyday every hour every minute every second
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happiness of fatherhood
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overstimulated and anxious at the zoo until I looked up and saw an angel dancing in a beam of light
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There are freshly independent possums scattered around my yard like fat little Easter eggs trotting through the grass and bricks at dusk.
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