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Gabbi_Station
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- Jul 30, 2024
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I think the toughest parts about mental illness is you often see the harsh realities that no one else does.
One of the hardest things is realizing how little anyone actually cares or really truly loves you. If I died tomorrow; I don't think anyone would deeply care. Everyone would just go back to their lives.
The sad truth of depression is everyone knows you're depressed- they just don't care enough to really do anything and then tell themselves it's not their fault when you're gone. That's more or less how it was when my mother died.
I just feel like I have trouble with the day to day anymore because I am so aware of how little I matter. How little anyone would miss me…. Just constantly find myself thinking, "Does any of this matter?"
Does this eat at anyone else? Does anyone else struggle because they just keep dwelling on it?
One of the hardest things is realizing how little anyone actually cares or really truly loves you. If I died tomorrow; I don't think anyone would deeply care. Everyone would just go back to their lives.
The sad truth of depression is everyone knows you're depressed- they just don't care enough to really do anything and then tell themselves it's not their fault when you're gone. That's more or less how it was when my mother died.
I just feel like I have trouble with the day to day anymore because I am so aware of how little I matter. How little anyone would miss me…. Just constantly find myself thinking, "Does any of this matter?"
Does this eat at anyone else? Does anyone else struggle because they just keep dwelling on it?