closet-keys

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

malnedott

peder severin krøyer (danish, 1851-1909)

“sky study. evening” details ca. 1873

teathattast

a star

sasgalula

THIS POST HAS A GOOD ENERGY

theglowpt2

i think cutting family members who have hurt and traumatized you out of your life is very fun and fresh and sexy and i think that people who says things like “family is family” or question people for their choice to do something like that have no understanding of just how bad it can be

swordknight

*thinks abt characters having a domestic life* oh god. Oh fuck. *trascends into the next astral plane*

swordknight

My theory is just that us lgbt folk are so used to being scared of being ourselves since society shuns us into being afraid of what we are publicily that using fictional characters as an escapade to project our aspirations of a healthy, domestic life lets us have that piece of happiness of what we can’t do yet, in this essay i will,