rolll-away:

grimmromance:

what i mean when i say “i can’t do that” - the depression edition

  • i am unable to do that 
  • i don’t have the energy to do that
  • i cannot wrap my head around what you’re asking me to do
  • there is too much in my head right now
  • i can not do that 

what people hear: 

  • i am unwilling to do that
  • i am being stubborn for no reason
  • i am being dramatic
  • i am lazy
  • i need you to repeat that only louder
  • i need a push
  • i don’t want to do that 

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This applies to PTSD as well (and bipolar and chronic illness…. Yeah you get the point)



andwebreakhearts:

Before you get emotionally invested in me, just know that I’m fucking crazy and I’ll probably say some asshole-ish things and then cry when you get mad at me and I have emotional breakdowns all of the time.  





Please Tell Certain People To Shut Up

taylorlovescarrots:

I’m fucking tired of seeing jokes made about Bipolar disorder. “I hate having Bipolar disorder, its so awesome!” Seriously? That’s not what being Bipolar is. Just because you’re happy one second and sad the next doesn’t give you the right to say things like “omgeee! I’m so Bipolar!” You wouldn’t be saying that shit if you had it. I have Bipolar disorder and its a fucking nightmare. Being so depressed you’re on the verge of ending it when you bounce right up and get your hopes high. But then in a few weeks, or days, or months, you get slammed back down again. And also getting your hopes up, thinking you’re cured, when its really just hypomania. Do you even fucking know what mania is? Just please, PLEASE, at least TRY to learn a few facts about it before you tell the whole fucking world how “Bipolar” you are. It doesn’t mean you fucking change your mind a lot. It doesn’t mean you’re moody. It doesn’t mean you cry at happy things. Its a fucking chemical imbalance and people with it have a hard enough fucking time without trying to ignore shitheads like people who make shithead comments.





Bipolar Disorder resources master post

disintegratedsanity:

Here’s a master post for information and resources on the topic of Bipolar Disorder

-Kat



Keep referring to the weather as bipolar.

kinglouisthe3rd:

Just dont be surprised if I haul off and slap the fire shit out of you. If you are my friend that means you know me. You should know I find that offensive.

Although I can see the feebleminded rationale, I do not take kindly to the poor use of a mental disorder as an adjective for the fucking temperature outside.

Please, continue with your desensitizing of such disorders and helping perpetuate some of the stigma behind them.

Fuckin’ jabroni.

USE MERCURIAL INSTEAD FFS. IT’S AN APPROPRIATE WORD



"I think everyone’s a little Bipolar."

manupandsayit:

This phrase irks me to no end.  People call the weather bipolar if it rains and then stops suddenly.  People assume Bipolar Disorder is up, down, up, down, all within seconds.

And I’m sorry, but even if you have rapid cycling Bipolar, it usually doesn’t go that fast.

So what they really mean is that everyone experiences some aspects, very mild aspects, of symptoms of changes in mood.  People can be sad, then laugh in the same day.  That does not make them Bipolar, that makes them human.

Individuals with Bipolar Disorder, no matter which type, suffer from severe mood cycling.  Severe highs and lows.  Did I mention severe?  Sometimes an episode can last a year.  Same with mania.  Do I really need to go on?

For some people, mania can evolve into full-blown psychosis.

A lot of the time, individuals in a depressive episode can barely get out of bed, and it takes too much energy to get in the shower, brush your teeth, tie shoes, or put makeup on, let alone leave the house or do anything.  Those are just some examples.

So please, tell me more about your ignorant opinion about how “everyone’s a little Bipolar”.  What you mean is that everyone has ups and downs.  But there is a difference between everyday mild vicissitudes and the severity of an actual illness.





So now I’m in a mixed manic state

and I was on the radio avoiding my house for 6.5 hours.  I almost broke down on the way home (Sadie needed to eat) and my way of avoiding the cops is apparently driving 5 under the speed limit. (I was on automatic when I came out of the almost crying binge.)  Now I’m home and lonely and I fucking want to crawl into a ball and die but I’d much rather be distracted but no one’s on healthful chat wanting to talk bipolar stuff.  FUCK.