[rant]

Mend this careless thread, its gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)
Or pull and see how much we can undo
-Pendulous Threads, Incubus

Something that never fails to annoy the hell out of me every year at school, is people doing their speeches on depression/suicide. Generally the whole point of the speech is to show that they empathize with the people they talk about, to get everyone else to sympathize. I hate the way they act like they know everything about it and like they understand. The truth is, no one can empathize with anyone else. Because no one has lived someone else's life. Even if they're worse off than the other person, they still haven't lived in that person's mind. I very much doubt that anyone who I've heard this speech from has ever looked in the mirror and then thrown said mirror across the room. I doubt that they lie awake at 2am unable to move, watching every single mistake they've ever made play through their mind. I doubt they turn to pain so they can deal with feeling like their life is unraveling, they have no future, their existence is pointless... Maybe they're trying to help. Maybe they're just trying to spread awareness, or whatever. Nevertheless, it annoys the hell out of me.

Not to mention those ads on TV, the ones that talk about depression and hope. They tell you to never let go of hope, like hope's not the thing that destroyed you in the first place, like hope can actually do anything. They tell you that there's help, there's people you can turn to. When really, everyone you turn to just sends you to someone else, who sends you to someone else, and so on. And in the end you're back with the same councilor who can't remember your boyfriends name. What they don't tell you is sometimes there's nothing anyone could do, even if they tried. They don't tell you that if the medication can't fix whatever is stuffed up in your brain, there is no hope. They don't tell you that if that's the case, it can just keep getting worse, until you're unable to work. Or unable to get up at all.

In conclusion, fucked up brains suck. And even if you have a fucked up brain, you still can't empathize with another person with a fucked up brain. Also, life sucks.[/rant]

Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.

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