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All My Love, Bruins

CW: mention of suicide

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http://greatist.com/grow/resources-when-you-can-not-afford-therapy

http://dailybruin.com/2016/10/30/submission-ucla-administration-should-release-statement-on-recent-campus-death/

http://dailybruin.com/2016/10/29/active-minds-seeks-to-provide-support-in-the-midst-of-deaths-on-campus/

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Just Ask

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in a decade.
When I’ve grown up
Grown independent
Hold my own, fully on my own, I’ve made it clear of this place and these people.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in five years.
When I’ve moved on
Moved to a new city
Hopped countries, changed neighborhoods, cut my ties to construct new communities.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in the new year.
When I’m employed
Working passionately
Found a place to intersect the labor that’s been drilled into my skull with the soul I’ve been suppressing.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in the summer.
When I’m rootless
Couch to couch
Plane to bus to train to museum to dancefloor, always a few steps ahead of the fears I know I’ll outrun.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in the morning.
When I’ve felt the California sun again
Stepped outside
Reminded myself depression never stays but never goes either.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I’ll tell you in a moment.
Whenever the blood limping between my heart and mind refuses to let me convince myself I would want to live any other way
Whenever my cynicism and bitterness and anger and frustration is drowned in human moments of compassion and vulnerability
Whenever my disheartened habits are disrupted by memories of our capacity for love.

Ask me what freedom looks like.
I really don’t know what I’ll say.

 

Just Ask

Holmes & Watson: A Conversation (P. 3)

Holmes: I went off meds on accident

Watson: *shudder*

Watson: …

Watson: Holmes

Holmes: remembered what depression was

Watson: Eeeps

Holmes: then went back on

Holmes: and my body hated me for a while

Holmes: but I’m ok again

Watson: It must have been awful You’ve said this like three times – what was it like?

Holmes: Idk.

Holmes: I was so fucking amped, but not necessarily more awake/effective.

Holmes: I felt like a live wire

Holmes: cuz the meds I take are for both anxiety and depression

Watson: So they

Watson: Ah

Holmes: more angry than usual overall…on the worst day I had this weird anger spike, but it was numbing and draining at the same time and I was like omg I’m so confused I’m angry but also feel nothing and wtf is this…oh, right. depression.

Watson: Does it all balance upon return to the meds?

Holmes: yeah, I feel like I finally understand what they’re doing.

Watson: You said it took you a really long time to figure out what worked

Holmes: It doesn’t “make” me happy. It doesn’t change me… it evens me out.

Holmes: just changing dosages and incorporating things for worst case scenarios. a few months, so I guess not that long in the grand scheme of things.

Watson: Kinda crazy…

Watson: But yeah, not that long in the long run..

Holmes: never crazy =P

Holmes: Yup.

Watson:*sigh*

Watson: Going to try sleeping maybe

Watson: Thanks for being there ~

Watson: Bye for now

Holmes: Always

Watson: good night!

Holmes: good night

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