The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.
THIS. A THOUSAND TIMES THIS.
It’s the not being sure that’s scariest.
FUCK yes. “How long am I going to be down this time?” “Oh God, is this going to set me off?”
It’s difficult for me to think of Nelson Mandela as anything but a universally-respected, wise, kind, and thoughtful asset to humanity. But he also organized attacks that would today be unconditionally condemned as terrorism. His government fought peaceful demonstrations with violence, and so he brought violence to his government. He was a fighter…once the fight got started. And he never stopped fighting, and the world is so much better because of that escalation to violence. That is the rarest sort of change, and it is a testament to his care as a diplomat, a politician, a human, and a warrior that it did not merely end in perpetual turmoil and bloodshed. To go from terrorist to president in only thirty years, with most of those thirty years spent in a cell, is an achievement I would never accept if I read it in fiction.
My video tomorrow is about inequality, and it doesn’t mention Mandela because I finished it yesterday and I had to fight the urge to remake it. But he is in my thoughts tonight, I hope he is in yours as well. If you’d like to learn a little more about his life, this short documentary is lovely.
PLOT TWIST: Dean is actually in a coma since s1/car-crash and the whole show is his imagination. EVERYBODY LIVES
And all characters that appeared after that are just people who work in hospital, like Castiel is a doctor/nurse, Kevin is med student or something and so on
It makes me sad that this hurts so much less than what is actually going on in the show right now