Mental Health jokes
When you're sad, don't feel down about yourself. Break a leg, and you'll forget all about it.
How can you tell what kind of emo you are?
By how deep the cuts are on your forearm.
How do you get a trans woman to commit suicide?
Use he/him pronouns on him.
Why do trannies have such high rates of suicide?
Because they want everyone to accept them, but they can't accept themselves.
Phone: YEETED.
TikTok: DELETED.
Therapy: NEEDED.
Wife: BEATED.
Depressed person: *chokes on food*
*involuntary coughs until they can breathe*
"AWWW! I failed the race!"
Really feeling suicidal is basically having a mental breakdown, but realizing you have nothing nice and sharp to use.
Life with depression is like a cheeseburger.
It's not good without the cheese.
When you're asked to tell a crazy story, but the first thing that comes up to your mind is a suicide attempt:
"Oh, I don't remember anything in particular. 😅😀"
Would a depressed person enjoy a cat scratch? After all, it's a free slice.
Is skin picking self-harm?
Cause I'm red all over without a razor.
Isn't it ironic that the actually nice people tend to be suicidal?
Think about it: suicide exists to make sure bad people bother each other instead.
DEPRESSION SPEEDRUN starter-kit:
* Parental issues * Money problems * Genetic likeliness * Horrible friends * Annoying neighbors/classmates * School * Being alive * Actually being a good person for once * Giving a f#ck * War-ridden area * All future options kinda suck
I don't get people who treat you like shit and cross your boundaries, then are surprised when you have depression.
It's because of them after all. 🥰✨️
Everyone: "Wow, you're so nice and perfect! Your life must be great!"
*Reality of having depression* Me: "Oh yeah, I guess. 😀"
How do you get a trans woman to commit suicide?
Use he/him pronouns on him.
My therapist said, "Time heals all wounds," so I cut her.
I think DJT has FTD.
When you were supposed to help the depressed kid, but not "help" the depressed kid.
Why is arson so fun?
IT'S A FIRE ACTIVITY!
HAHAHAHAHAHAPAHAAHAHIIRTAASIISISISHRNHHTHTHTHHNHSHSNIHTAHE
Day 83 of being trapped in þis room. I made a language. I call it hertof. I speak wiþ þe walls now.