For me, depression is like that dancing Warner Bros frog from the old cartoon who only performs when nobody’s looking. Unfortunately in my case nobody’s looking most of the time.
We had a Mariokart 8 tournament at work yesterday and as it turns out, I’m the best player in the company. So right now I’m oscillating between ecstatic and deeply ashamed.
I’ve been single longer than everyone I know combined so I’m just going to go jump into a barrel of nails and roll it into an active super volcano before it erupts. Brb
Is there a polite way to tell your own mother to stop making excuses and get a job because you feel more like a loan officer than a son?
Because I seriously need help with this.