5 Reasons You Can Be Depressed and Still Love Someone

The Yeti Talks

People are always telling me about love, whether I want their opinion or not.  They tell me it’s amazing, I know.  They tell me it’s incredible, I know.  They tell me it’s something that you should always hold onto and do whatever you can to maintain such a wonderful feeling, I know.  They tell me that you need to love yourself before you can love others.  I don’t believe that for a second.  Love is something unimaginable.  It’s this feeling that shrouds you in a warmth, unexplained by science with no true definitive meaning.  When it comes to a sensual, romantic love however, it’s a whirlwind.  A whirlwind of pure, beautiful love. When you’re holding her in your arms, nothing but her matters, and that feeling, is all that matters in that moment.  Friends and family who know about my depression like to talk to me about it sometimes, and…

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Hate

It’s hard not to hate people, things, institutions, when they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate is the only feeling that makes sense, but I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. Hate is easy, but it’s destructive.

I’ve spent much of my life hating, and I wish I could say I didn’t hate today, but that would be a lie. There is a fine line between love and hate, sometimes you think you’re on one side but you’re really on the other.

I’m not strong enough to know which side I’m always on.

Run

I want to leave this place, this state, this mindset. I want to run away from here…from these problems. I want a new way of looking at the world. It’s always so grim, so gritty and awful. Why can’t I just for once see the world as normal people do. I don’t want to see the truth behind things, I just want to see the illusion and believe it.

It seems that all I’m good for is running. Running and fucking things up.

Disappear

I almost long for a sense of normalcy, but I’m not even sure what that means anymore. I’ve been so many places, seen so many people and lived so many different ways. I can’t even think of anything normal. Looking to society for normal doesn’t help either. The world changes and people change around you. Normal changes. Our masks change with society and “normal”. It’s interesting to have gone from being at the bottom to somewhere in the middle, watching everything and everybody around you change, watching normal change, watching masks change. You start to blend easier when you can see how much people change on a constant basis.