dyingrosebuds:

Mental illness

Me: *has mountains of things to do* Maybe I should work on something

Depression: I don’t think you can do it. You’re just gonna fail. It doesn’t matter because you’ll disappoint everyone anyway.

Anxiety: yeAH BUT IT HAS TO GET DONE EVERY SECOND YOU SPEND NOT DOING IT JUST MAKES IT WORSE AND WHAT IF YOU FAIL THEM AND WHAT IF IT RUINS YOUR LIFE FOREVER?!

Depression: yeah but existence is futile you’re gonna die and nobody will remember you eventually so it’s pointless to do those things. Or even get up. Or keep breathing

Anxiety: YES BUT YOU CAN’T FAIL BECAUSE EVERYONE WILL HATE YOU BUT WHAT IF THEY ALREADY DO OH GOD SEE THEY HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE SUCH A SHUT IN AND BECAUSE YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT

Depression: see actually I agree on that one you’re really dumb and deserve to die a slow and painful death

Self loathing: *appears* you called?

Depression and anxiety: *start talking over each other*

Self loathing: there are exactly 298,092,188 reasons to hate yourself right now want me to list a few?

Me: no actually-

Self loathing: okay here we go one you’re stupid two you’re an idiot three everyone hates you four you ruin everything-

PTSD: *walking in* idk if this is a good time to mention that thing that happened two years ago

Depression: oh man yeah you really failed that day holy shit remember how much you wanted to die and how much it hurt when they did that

Anxiety: *screams* HOLYFUCKINGSHIT ITS HAPPENING AGAIN PANIC PANIC YOU’RE GONNA DIE YOU’RE GONNA GET HURT YOU’RE GONNA LOSE EVERYTHING YOU LOVE OH GOD

Me: fuck it I’m going to sleep.

Insomnia: NOT SO FAST MOTHERFUCKER-