Victorians really went hard for their disease names. Like, during the winter I call up my therapist and go “I’m depressed again, Betsy.” and it sounds like I’m an underperforming economy that CNN reports on in a sexless empty fashion with blinking sterile charts in the background.
But if I went to my neighborhood priest in 1896 and was like “I’ve fought with the little black dog again this month and lost. I can no longer write.” That kinda fucks. These melodramatic hos knew how to phrase things.
People throughout history and across countries who suffer from mental illness: Get these damn animals out of my head!
Don't give up. Unless you have to for a little while. Then don't panic. CONTAINS: Star Trek, Dungeons and Dragons, Critical Role, History, Current Affairs, Space, Cats, and Etc. Adult.
