How do you get a depressed person out of a tree?
You cut the rope...
How do you get a depressed person out of a tree?
You cut the rope...
I don't have much motivation for things, that's why I haven't yet killed myself, hehe.
When you realize you have depression, and depression realizes how stupid you were.
When you're walking through the garden section at Walmart and you hear your grandpa screaming, "They're in the fucking trees!"
Is depression an emotion or a state of mind? I call it a lifestyle.
Even a psychopath is sympathetic when an onion self-harms!
I have no friends, but then I realize my true friends are anxiety and depression.
I got a lot running through my head right now. I wish at least one was a 12-gauge round.
Knock knock. Who's there? Depression. That's my best friend.
You must be depression, because you make me want to kill myself ;)
People sometimes ask me why I cut myself. I usually answer that at least I can scan my worth at the supermarket.
There are so many things going through my head. Sadly, none of it is a 9mm.
How do you start a dance party?
Go into the PTSD ward of an insane asylum and set off fireworks and watch the magic unfold.
Depression is like having anxiety, but with more voices.
If I were a party, then anxiety must be the cousin depression felt obligated to bring to the party, and insomnia the little annoying sibling.
Claustrophobic people are more productive thinking out of the box.