Mental Health jokes
Why was the depressed man happy in food-tech?
He got to cut himself.
Do you know why I wish grass was emo? So it can cut itself.
There are so many things going through my head. Sadly, none of it is a 9mm.
Hey, can't wait to meet you! So join the crippling depression family!!
What does my head and hell have in common?
They both have demons in them.
Where do you find the best comedians?
In the funny farm!
I wish I could be as visible as my depression is.
How can you save a depressed person from a tree?
You cut the rope.
Knock knock. Who's there? Depression. Depression who? Depression you!
Teacher: Who here has thought about committing suicide?
Half of the class: *raises hand*
Teacher: ...
The half of the class: *Starts talking about how they were thinking of doing it*
To whoever stole my antidepressants, I hope you are happy now.
I don't call it suicide. I call it population control.
It's ironic that the more other people love you, the more you hate yourself.
Me: Knock knock.
Friend: Who's there?
Me: I don't know anymore.
Doctor: What makes you feel depressed?
Me: I used to work at the World Trade Center, before the plane hit.
Doctor: A lot of people fell to pieces after that.
Doctor: What makes you feel depressed?
Me: Seeing others happy.
Doctor: Ok, so what makes you happy?
Me: Seeing stupid people in misery or agony.
Doctor: Well, that's rather sadistic.
Me: Well, statistically one in two doctors have fingered a child...
Doctor: Do you want your prescription or shall I book you an endoscopy?
Me: There's nothing hidden inside me, I'm empty "smug face".
They said I was depressed, I should make an effort to do what I love.
I had to pay a hooker for twelve hours work.
... I felt nothing, but it was nice, being with someone who felt the same.
I cannot moderate myself at all. It's either I don't take my meds, or I take the entire bottle. Decisions, decisions...
I have OCD and ADD, so everything has to be perfect... but not for very long.
Person A: C'mon person B, just be happy, smile.
Person B: Over my dead body.
Person B: *gets the noose*