Depression: Pretty much given up
If you are reading this you are saying to YOURSELF that you have pretty much given up on life. Depression has kicked your ass and you don’t think you are ever going to recover.
I know how that feels. While I spend most of my time holding on hope I often spend weeks sometimes months at a time pretty much giving up. I’m not even going to try and talk you out of it because I know.
However, pretty much given up isn’t actually past tense “given up”. You haven’t killed yourself yet or anything. You probably still have a job, a family, and whatever kind of fucked up hollow existence it is you keep on keepin’ on. I’m mostly curious why? I know why I do (or at least in part). And perhaps over time that will fully be revealed (see I’ll show you mine if you show me yours).
In the meantime if you feel as though you have pretty much given up, but have bothered somehow to end up on my ridiculous little art experiment of a personal website, then maybe you are actually on the edge of holding on hope and should take a look there.
On the other hand if you are fully convinced that you have pretty much given up, we can both agree that you haven’t actually given up or you wouldn’t be bothering to read this drivel, so I would love to know why you’ve pretty much given up on life and what you are doing about it.
Eventually I will post links here, possibly anecdotes from other people suffering from this level of depression, that might be useful to you but I guess I’ll wait and see the reaction this page gets to see what kind of links would be useful. Because I am pretty much writing this while in a state of pretty much having given up it seems inappropriate for me to be posting links just yet since they would probably just be lists of painless ways to commit suicide and that seems disingenuous since I haven’t bothered to kill myself.
So in the meantime why don’t we just commiserate. Head on over to I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I’ve already started sharing bits of my particular flavor of fuckupedness. Now it’s your turn to share. Post some comments or contact me directly. Or you can just read whatever things I have posted in the bzlog under this topic.
Posts about pretty much giving up
Cold is the water It freezes your already cold mind Already cold, cold mind And death is at your doorstep And it will steal your innocence But it will not steal your substance But you are not alone in this And you are not alone in this As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand Hold your hand And you are the mother The mother of your baby child The one to whom you gave life And you have your choices And these are what make man great His ladder to the stars But you are not alone in this And you are not alone in this As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand Hold your hand But I will tell the night And Whisper, "Lose your sight" But I can move the mountains for you