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RE: Depression, Trigger Warnings, and BoJack Horseman
"but at least when my own mental voice piped up to say 'fuck you', it wasn’t directed at me"
I bet that felt good, too. Both cussing at the people who don't seem to care and realizing you still got fight in you.
The sad thing wasn't that it was people I knew, it was the twisted versions of them that live inside a depressed person's head. In reality, these people hadn't done or said anything terrible to me, but when the depression would rear it's ugly head, it'd take on their voices.
Sorry to hear that. I hope it doesn't go that bad again.