But trying to use willpower to overcome the apathetic sort of sadness that accompanies depression is like a person with no arms trying to punch themselves until their hands grow back. A fundamental component of the plan is missing and it isn’t going to work.

Allie at Hyperbole and a Half. (via ipomoeaandthestarstealers)

I definitely had the thought “Are you going to the kitchen? Cool. Go fuck yourself,” when I was a depressed semi-shut-in circa 2002. Man, that was a bad year. Don’t do that, friends! Get help before you realize you haven’t gone out in a month other than work so you wouldn’t get evicted. I still can’t figure out how my then-boyfriend, now-husband didn’t dump me then. He also had to take me to work because I was afraid of driving. I guess that counted as dates for him?