Hyperbole Is My Middle Name!

However, there are times and places and issues where you have to take a step back and ask yourself how you feel about a thing. How you feel about yourself and your place in the world. I don’t know about all depressed people, but this depressed person is not that great at doing that and feeling confident in it. Feelings are not my forte. I hate them. I wish they would go away and I could be a reasonable, thinking, empathy machine. I really do. And when you are not coming from a place wherein you can separate these questions of how you view yourself from the very valid, and mostly accurate messages surrounding you in the social justice world about how you do not matter as much as you think you do, things get hard. Things that are not necessarily personal attacks become deeply hurtful because they assert that what you have suspected all along, that your problems are not real problems, and your feelings are not real or valid feelings, is true. And there is really no solution to this, but I wanted to say that it’s a thing.