This is what my brain says to me as I slumber

Yeah, feel like that sometimes...

On the bright side, you're at least worth pretending to care about. If you were truly worthless, nobody would bother pretending.

I know that's shitty encouragement. I'm just saying even if you were right, it could be worse.

I actually really needed to hear that thanks

I started a stream imgflip.com/m/GroupTherapy for wayward souls to offer support to each other. Part of the problem with depression is that it robs you of the reasoning necessary to fight it logically. Hearing it from other people doesn't always help either, but it can. At a minimum it serves to remind us that even though we're the only one dealing with our particular situation, we aren't alone. And even if talking with other people doesn't fix anything, it's a kind of way for us to be isolated together, and that's something too.

You know who your friends don't like for REAL real? The people that they ain't friends with. In fact, you think you got it bad? Try switching places with people who don't have your problem because they have no friends.

Consider the alternative when stuff don't seem perfect.
And always remember there's people who are far worse off. Especially nowadays when the only friend most of a whole generation have is a cell phone that they don't even talk on.

Pro tip: when your trying to comfort someone saying people have it worse just makes them feel like they are faking it for attention and that just makes the problem like 10 times worse.

Oh, I ain't trying to make anyone feel better - there ain't any way to do that anyhow.
I'm trying to make you be thankful.

I used to think I was miserable back in the day - and I was. But now I look back at the 'good ol' days' and my only regrets are that which I didn't appreciate and let slip though my fingers.

No regrets grip me harder than regrets over the shit I didn't do, mostly because I was too busy hiding from life. Wish I could bitch slap younger me. Maybe beat me within a literal millimeter of my life. Probably would have done me some good--force me to stare down the fact that I don't want to die, I just didn't want to live the life I was living. Bah.

Yeah, exactly, and way better than I could put it.

I was a misfit, a weirdo, the perpetual outsider. No one undestood me, I wasn't popular nor anywhere near cool - I was a lonely freak. Yet I DID have friends. Heck, this neigborhood was one big frikken family.

Few months ago I found FB pages for my school and chuch, even for streets round here. So many people I didn't stay in contact with, so many chances I let get away because I was waiting for the perfect moment plus there's always tomorrow to get aound to doing it, right? Took so much for granted, was too scared to take a chance even when that chance was a sure shot. I was so worried about fhucking up I ended up preemptively fhucking shit up so I wouldn't have to worry about finding out later that I done fhucked it up.

And yes, I would throttle myself if I could. Such a waste.

These kids want comfort? I AM giving comfort. That's why I left out that crap only goes downhill and keeps getting worse so they better hang on to what they got because these are the good ol' days and life is beautiful.

100% Modda, 100%. When I think about the chances I didn't take because I was worried about the uncomfortable learning experience that would have resulted regardless of outcome, it makes me furious. Not only was there nothing materially at stake in any of these unexplored possibilities--I ended up learning the lessons they would have taught me anyway, just way later than I needed to. So the legacy my cowardice has left me is being perpetually behind the curve in terms of basic human experiences, and obsessing over lost opportunities for experiences I could have had at a time of my life when I was better equipped to actually enjoy them.

I didn't kill myself, but based on what I've done with myself it would have been redundant anyway.

I know my friends care about me, but sometimes the thoughts say otherwise