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Confession – the Morning After

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Here is a brief primer on how to deal with depressed people who vomit their depression all over you, much like I did last night.

First, I should clarify that I’m speaking primarily for myself — no one elected me spokeswoman for all depressed people everywhere, and thank dog, am I right? Who wants that responsibility?

What has two thumbs and doesn’t want that responsibility?

So… things you need to understand. I don’t need you to fix me. I mean, I’d love it if you could, but you can’t, because I’m not even sure what that would look like — like I said, I’m so far gone that objectivity has been defenestrated long ago, and I can’t even remember what better would look like.

I don’t want your pity, and I’m not just looking for attention. And I understand that what I do need requires effort on your part, and…

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