- Friend: So are you two back together or what?
- Me: Yeah.
- Him: Nah.~
- Me: :|
- Him: :3
I have ADHD medication that I’m supposed to take. I’d mentioned that I’d forgotten it a few days in a row, and he offered to remind me in the mornings. So he does, every morning. ”Remember your medication, lovely.~ <3" I take my medication most days now. Usually before he has the chance to remind me. But I don’t tell him to stop, just in case I forget again.
He’s sympathetic when I misplace my keys. He reminds me not to rush when he comes to pick me up. He’s patient, even when I interrupt him.
It’s nice to have someone who understands and adapts rather than someone who judges and criticises.
He and I have both changed for the better. I’m happy with where we are.
I’m not feeling very articulate right now.
Depression can take smart, warm, lovely people and rob them of the will to live. It lies to you. Please understand that if you’re dealing with depression or any form of mental illness, you deserve to get the help and support you need.
Give your friends and family a hug today. Ask them if they’re okay. And really listen.
Finally, if you or someone you know needs help, head over tohttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines to find the suicide prevention and support organization for your country.
Rest in peace, Robin Williams. My heart goes out to those who are grieving.
Sometimes I feel like a psychopath because my brain articulates often and well all the feelings I think everyone else just feels as a vague notion now and then.
There are moments in the beginning of a relationship when all you’re trying to do is prove that you’re better than everyone that came before. In these moments you say things you don’t mean, you agree to things you wouldn’t normally, your values shift slightly to align with what you perceive to be the value system of your new and wonderful partner. And the whole time you’re pushing yourself into new habits and streams of consciousness, your partner is doing the same thing. Both of you slightly shifting away from who you are and what you’d known to become better versions of your past selves. Newer versions that remember to put the seat down and never put the empty milk carton back in the fridge. You are a person who now tries to understand when before you were stubborn. You now forgive when before you would sleep on the couch. And so we are. We are better than everyone that came before. There could be a “however” here, some sort of afterthought that explains we’re only better until…but you told me you’re an optimist.
I am a master of the art of conversation.