They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave."
~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression. (via jacobwren)
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using pictures instead of words to express how much importance this human being has grown to hold in my heart. they’ll probably still mean a lot more to me than anyone else but that’s okay.
The flowers from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland.
LOUIE: Look, I liked the feeling of being in love with her, I liked it. But now she’s gone and I miss her and it sucks. And I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad, and I feel like, why even be happy if it’s just gonna lead to this? It wasn’t worth it.
BIGELOW: Boy, misery is wasted on the miserable.
BIGELOW: You think spending time with her, kissing her, having fun with her, you think that’s what it was all about? That was love?
BIGELOW: This is love, missing her. Because she’s gone, wanting to die. You’re so lucky. You’re like a walking poem. Would you rather be some kind of… a fantasy? Some kind of a Disney ride? Is that what you want? Don’t you see, this is the good part. This is what you’ve been digging for all this time. Now you finally have it in your hand, this sweet nugget of love. Sweet, sad love and you wanna throw it away. You’ve got it all wrong!
LOUIE: I thought this was the bad part.
BIGELOW: No! The bad part is when you forget her. When you don’t care about her. When you don’t care about anything. The bad part is coming so enjoy the heartbreak while you can.
P.S. A lot of people with depression and other mental illnesses have trouble making decisions or choosing from a bunch of different options. “Wanna get dinner at that pizza place on Tuesday night?” is a LOT easier to answer than “So wanna hang out sometime? What do you want to do?”