Reagan Myers - Depression Is Funny Like That

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“I can’t call in sad to work”

I dealt with depression for so long I did in fact forget what it was like being happy, 6 years ago my husband the man who saved me and pulled me out of the deep depths I was drowning in, I finally felt happy I smiled so much my cheeks hurt. I'm 6 years depression free and I refuse to let myself to ever go back

Thanks.

Amazing.

A monologue shot under water

Not me sobbing when she said people ask me who I am when they should be asking where I've because I know exactly what she meant and that hurts to know.

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It’s 2024 and I’m still crying over this video, as beautiful as depression can get ❤

I wrote a poem based off this, called the Sad Aisle.-

Still keep coming back to this poem, years later… feeling seen and understood by someone who doesn’t even know i exist is another kind of love, and also sadness. This poem will never not be in my mind. Thank you, I didn’t ask for this poem but it gave me hope that I’m not alone

"I ask to come back to my body, and it's only me saying no." Hit different.

Ouch. Every bloody time. Ouch.

" No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience. It's all the end of the world or might as well be, my brain is dramatic like that."

“Being this kind of sad is funny that way. No inconvenience is a minor in convenience, it’s all the end of the world. Or might as well be.” That part.

This week I sat in an auto zone parking lot and cried for ten minutes because I couldn't change a head light, which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me? Like, haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&ms at 11: 30 in the morning IN BED or, I watched the pilot of Gossip Girl ten times in the past two weeks because I keep falling asleep half way through because being sad is a goddamn joke sometimes.

My headlight went out and my first thought was "seems right." I couldn't change it myself because I'd have to take off the whole bumper or something and I thought "of course" or "I wish I was dead."Being this kind of sad is funny that way, no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience, it's all the end of the world or might as well be, my brain is dramatic like that.

Depression is a silent film, a monologue shot underwater, depression is sulking because I won't talk to it anymore, by which I mean ABOUT it. There are some days I am so sad I don't remember what it's like not to be, like when you have a bad cold and you forget how to breathe through your nose and you're so sure you'll never breathe through your nose again and I'm so sure I'll never feel joy again.

Except when you have a cold you can call in sick to work, and people tell you to get well soon, and there is a whole soup genre dedicated your well-being.I can't call in "sad" to work. I can't go to the grocery store and go to the "sad aisle" which would have like already stale popcorn and tea which your best friend swears is good for you.

So sometimes all I can do is laugh, if I don't, there might be nothing left. There's a crack in my bathtub in the shape of the Platt river, and I know this because I sit on the floor of my shower so often it's become a permanent imprint in my thigh.

I'm here because I've been sad since graduation, not this one the one before that, or maybe I have a bad cold, or maybe it's both, but the cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes.

If I get out, I have to be a person again. Have to put on clothes, put lotion on my legs, eat a bowl of cereal at least, take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back.I'm so tired of talking about my depression as someone else, a ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the seance, afraid of what it might want from me.

My depression doesn't ask for much but when it does it is something I cannot give and that's the joke, it's just me asking for something I cannot give.I ask to come back to my body and it's only me saying no.

When people ask me how I am they might as well be asking me where I've gone. I"m driving down a dirt road, no headlights, when it curves I will not know, just drive on into the field my own voice playing on the radio telling me "there is no place for me here."

“A ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the seance”

Right, because depression came first then me. So whose left if it leaves?

Wow . Just wow. 💜

I don't have depression, but this got me into tears because it let's me see even just a peek of what my friend is going through right now.

“take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back” yeah that…that about sums up my experience with depression

Felt that in my soul. God bless her. Beautifully done.

Thank You

"All I can do is laugh.... If I don't there might be nothing left" that got me ..

“It’s all the end of the world or might as well be my is dramatic like that” all the time !

Take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back

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this body that refuses to take care of me back YES

Alright. Where's the English II crew at?

Forgot about the Ice cream isle

“Take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back.” FELT

girl, i love u

When you need something to save your soul.

i always seem to come back to this poem, it just comforts me and makes me feel a little bit better while dealing with my depression. thank you reagan x

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Watching this while you feel like you're getting worse is calming

Somebody throw a tomato

"My own voice telling me on the radio, there is no place for me here"
Off all the lines in her poem, this one hurt the most...

“Take care of this terrible body that doesn’t take care of me back” that is such a good way of describing it

Whoever dislikes this should have to go down the sad aisle in the grocery store.

Shit im str8 but she taught me how to b a better woman..🤗

People who are ignorant, cruel or abusive towards you may have never truly experienced those depths of despair, utter hopelessness and numbness and to be honest, I'm glad that they didn't have to go through this gut wrenching pain.

“If i get out, I have to be a person again.” 🥺😢

Chills. Literal chills.

"I can't call in Sad To Work"

"Sometimes all I can do is laugh, if I don't there'll be nothing left"

So good

Bravo 👏

I think her and I are the same person. we're both mentally ill and named reagan

Jesus loves you have a blessed day