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I really love this reply and especially how it promotes genuine decency rather than coerced decency. I know I’m not exactly adding to the discussion, but I really wanted to recognize how warm this reply felt to me with something more than a mere upvote.


Thomas Dolby, “I love you, goodbye”.




Low feels more numb than dark. More like being on pause than everything is terrible. More “I’ll try again later” and less “this is never going to get better”.
I don’t remember the transition. I can’t tell you how long it took. I was only on antidepressant medication for about 18 months.
Peace.
This is the kind of paradox that leads us (I mean humans more generally) to look for some fundamental assumption we’re making about time that will turn out to be wrong. I assume that’s true although I wonder whether it’s literally impossible for us to even imagine how time “truly” works, let alone measure it.
Excellent. Sometimes, you are simply the person available for them to scream at. In situations such as that, pretending to listen without listening represents a useful strategy.
I hope you can make it past this incident soon. Time means distance means peace.