An Imgur user named roasted Iguana reached out with her story of chronic depression on the photo-sharing platform, and one guy who helped her break through to the other side of her depressive episode.
According to her post, she has ups and downs with her mental health, but on a particular day when she didn't want to even get out of bed her boyfriend swooped in to the rescue—and piled all of this crap on top of her:
Story behind the picture: (I swear my bedroom is not as gross as it appears here) I’ve been clinically depressed for 13 years, once in a while I can’t even get myself to get out of bed, no matter how hungry I am or how bad I have to pee. Today is such a day.
I was up but went back to bed. Eventually my boyfriend came looking for me. Told him(mumbling cause I’m too exhausted to open my mouth) I want to cancel what we had planned for today and just stay in bed. He asked if I wanted tea, said no, he made tea anyway. Then the madness began.
There are many tactics for addressing chronic depression, and if you're having similar issues, please reach out for professional help. But friends, lover and family can all find ways to be supportive.
What worked for RoastedIguana (great user name, BTW), might be a thing that would deeply upset another person struggling through the moment, but presumably her boyfriend knows her pretty well. What he did would annoy the crap out of me on my best day, but it worked for her.
It was kind of a pile on—no matter how RoastedIguana tried to retreat from life, her boyfriend kept piling more life on top. You don't want tea? You're gonna get tea.
Placing the tea on the table at the end of the bed, me buried under blankets and pillows, he asks if I want the curtains closed. I say no. He closes them anyway.
He asks if i want him to fill up the hottie. I say no. He fills it anyway and throws it under the blanket.
He asks if I want my onesie. I say no. He throws it over me anyway.
He asks if I need anything else. I say no. He places a poster roll on top of me and leaves the room.
He comes back and adds my boot. I freak out bc he just put a dirty boot on the blanket.
Then he comes back with a frickin chair and puts it on the pile, under which I am buried. At this point I can’t help but laugh.
He leaves the room and comes back with a pen. Then he brings me a light bulb, saying I need to lighten up.
Then he comes back with a bill over 300€ saying „un-bill-eavable.“ Next he brings a knife saying that sometimes it’s better to cut some corners.
In the end he brought the cat, put her down on my head and left the room saying if I needed anything else I have to scream really loud.
Oh, and here's a pic of the cat, for the record:
But in the end, RoastedIguana was able to write about her experience, because it worked:
I didn’t have to scream, cause like half an hour later I was able to get out of bed. I drank my tea while writing this bc I felt like sharing it with someone.
People are touched by this story:
Depression is something that needs to be fought everyday, and supporting someone in the way they need is one of the greatest gifts you can offer them. Even if it's just putting the cat on their head.
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