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The best part is that it was all filmed by this:
That moment when I honestly thought the eye was going to explode as well.
Let’s go on an adventure.
This was an art project for school, the assignment being to do a piece on some social injustice. As a person who has been, is, and likely will be depressed in the future, I feel a strong shame when the topic of depression is brought up in a social setting, as if my struggle is some kind of a disease. The way depression is talked about is, for some reason, separate from the way physical injuries are discussed. My pain and injury is no less than that of someone with physical evidence that there is something wrong, which is absolute bullcrap.
Anyway, I hope you like the comic. /end of rant.
I recently decided to medicate for my anxiety and depression after a very long period of sticking my head in the dirt. The fear of judgement and the knowledge of a stigma that I’d both seen and participated in made me feel the constant weight behind my eyes was something to be walked off, shrugged off, beaten with a little willpower — that my inability to overcome my issues was a weakness. But I was getting worse, and it took me far longer to admit that than it should have, and — whaddaya know — a commonly prescribed medication for my brain chemical imbalance went and balanced my brain chemicals right out. It should always be that easy.
So yeah, I guess this hits a little close to home. Treat yer chemically impaired right, folks.