“ME: *turning off my alarm* Feeling pretty good about myself today!
DEPRESSION: Really? Did you forget about all the sad and/embarrassing things that have happened in your life? “
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ME: *turning off my alarm* Feeling pretty good about myself today!
DEPRESSION: Really? Did you forget about all the sad and/embarrassing things that have happened in your life?
ME: No, I didn’t forget, I just-
DEPRESSION: Remember that time in ninth grade when someone wrote something mean about you in your friend’s yearbook?
ME: Well I’d rather not, but yes I do remember that. Thanks.
DEPRESSION: I could do this all day! In fact, I think I will. Remember back in high school when that friend of yours died? Remember that time at work when you made a mistake and everyone laughed at you?
ME: I remember. Please stop bringing these things up. There’s nothing I can do about them now except feel sad.
DEPRESSION: Maybe you should sit down and draw a cartoon or write something. That would make you feel better.
ME: That’s a good idea.
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I don’t talk to my cats, because I’m not a crazy cat lady. Okay, I do talk to my cats, but I’m still not a crazy cat lady because they don’t answer me. In English. Yet. I worry that someday they will, though, and here are some of the things I’m afraid they might say to me:
