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#mdd thoughts
d3pr3ss3dg0th · 2 months
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If you're a vent blog and you struggle with mdd, gad, bpd, npd, ocd, ptsd, schizophrenia, have an ed or struggle with sh or substance a*use, please reblog this post if you're okay with making friends and if you're okay with people messaging you 🖤
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a-sip-of-milo · 8 months
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Having motivation to do stuff and be productive but still experiencing the emotional turmoil that comes with depression is such a weird, uncomfortable feeling.
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cvsgirl · 2 years
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how do i explain to someone that i don't regret anything i've ever done and that i regret everything i've ever experienced, at the same time, constantly
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wvlls-roundme · 3 months
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watching my close friends live their life normally hurts so much because i wanted to achive things too. seeing them study what they want and actually can do it, get what they want, not having any problems in life, good family, and etc... and then there is me whos life is just a whole failure. it makes me wanna kms more when i hear how their life is normal and good. because i will never have a life like theirs. and before eveything, i wont see the world like them again. i lost my spark. i feel empty all the time and i dont find any meaning in living. i cant enjoy even little things like them anymore. i wish i was them. but i'm not. i'll just die in this darkness, alone with my all thoughts. there is no chance for me to see the world same again.
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willows-woes · 5 months
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depression is like being at a funeral over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
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Too tired to do anything but scroll on tumblr and bed rot :/
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thehareswears · 1 month
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I just need someone to hold me like a child and tell me it's okay while they light my joint for me and let me cry about things that aren't even close to being real or true but they're real and true to me please please someone please I'll give you all my money
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aspyn-posts · 6 months
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it’s amazing how the tiniest thing makes me want to unalive
(i lost my crochet hook) (also i haven’t taken my meds in a few days)
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painted-time · 27 days
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How do I instantly fix MDD, no glue no borax
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viirgovengeful · 2 months
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I know that I will die alone. I feel it in my soul and it rattles the bones that my flesh sits atop. I will die in my bed, wilted, shivering, and covered in scabbing and bleeding wounds. My soul will have been gone for years. My husk will resemble my mind; barren, empty, and devoid of life. The days crawl by. I can see myself if I look hard enough. I can see my ashen skin and milky eyes. I can see where the blood has seeped into the mattress and damaged it beyond repair. I can see the tools I used, one still held tightly in a fist, cemented there and forever clenched upon rigor mortise. I watch my unmoving body and I begin to ache. That can be me if I’m brave enough. That can be me if I’m strong enough. But I’m not brave. I’m not strong. I’m not anything anymore. I continue living how I’ve always been; sad, alone, deprived of joy, and wallowing in grief for what once was and what could’ve been. I linger at the foot of my bed every morning. I watch my body decompose. The stench of death infiltrates my senses, and there I find comfort. All things end. One day I will too.
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crash-freak · 2 months
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They should make a treatment for depression that actually works
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fizah-alias · 11 months
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Algorithm of Pain, written by me.
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Wrote this when I was studying oversea (around 2013-2017), far from my birth land, from my birth family. I was struggling (maybe still am but manageable) with my pain that I don't know what its name at that time (I know them now. I've MDD), my study, myself.
This piece is still relevant when I read it back; like a loop, never-ending cycle & story especially since global pandemic 2020.
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cvsgirl · 1 year
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i feel like i can’t relate to any of my memories or experiences
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willows-woes · 2 months
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this is so weird but. as a questioning system i'm kinda scared of recovery. long personal post incoming.
i have chronic depression, diagnosed. and that, too, i'm scared of recovering from. scared of having nothing to complain about, scared of being "better" and losing the literal only sense of identity I've had since I was thirteen. if i sound like i'm overreacting i really don't FEEL like i am. these fears feel real and overwhelming to me.
but, since I'm undiagnosed and may never be diagnosed with osdd/did, i'm not FULLY sure if they're alters or not. but regardless, I'm scared of them going away. scared of not knowing who i am. i'm not even fully SURE what's wrong with me and sometimes i feel like everyone with did online is pushing therapy, pushing going to therapy IMMEDIATELY to start working on fusion and uncovering traumatic memories when I literally don't even know what the shit is happening in my head yet. I'd want to know what's even happening first, I'd want to gain an understanding of it before trying to get rid of it.
in general, in an overall sense, I'm terrified of losing a sense of community. a sense of belonging. someone to RELATE to, losing the ability for other people to relate to me because i'm just. normal.
boring.
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My reasons to live:
When I’m eighteen, I can buy a gun and shoot shit✨
That’s abt it lmao
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thehareswears · 2 months
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I think young people should be commended more often for trying to find out wtf is wrong with them instead of fake claiming and calling them cringe.
Do they have it wrong? Maybe. But they're trying to find a way to live with themselves and that should be supported
And fuck the "you're too young to know, it'll get better when you're older" no, things change, that doesn't mean they get better. Sure, you learn to handle different things as you age, and there's more experience but that doesn't lessen the struggle. Catching and learning to manage things earlier rather than later can literally save lives, why can't some people just appreciate that?
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