My dad may be working, but the coping mechanisms sure aren't
Somebody asked me, "What's that on your arm?" I just said, "My cats got OCD."
I was having issues in my personal and professional life. I hated everyone. I was on the brink of a mental breakdown and depression. I decided to see a therapist about it. The therapist suggested that I should write letters to the people I hate and then burn them. I must admit I feel much better...
But now I don't know what to do with the letters.
Someone asked me, "What are them scars on your arm?" I thought I was playing a violin.
brb makin' tic tac toe boards on myself.
I don't struggle with self-harm, I do it everyday.
Anyone else on here looking at depressing jokes to make themselves feel better? Not that it's working, but it's nice to know that I'm not alone. Well, enough with the sob story, I gotta go get my razors. See ya in the long run.
To everyone saying, "Don't joke about suicide, it's not even funny to laugh about people dying." Do you think we have it easy? Have you ever thought these jokes were helping us to cope? Mind your own business and don't make assumptions on people you know nothing about, please and thanks.
I have depression, and am suicidal. Nobody knows though, let's joke about that lol.
Let's make a joke on how depressing Monday is to ignore how depressing everyday is.
To all you who can't understand using jokes as coping mechanism... you know what i will ask of you:)