Explaining your mental illness to others is a tough balancing act. You want them to believe you, but you also don’t want them to start treating you as subhuman because of it.
I wish it didn’t have to be like that.
See: the pressure to prove you’re disabled, but not too disabled.
WITHIN THE SAME WEEK.
Life is so hard when your best friend is a 9.5/10 and you’re a strong 4 with the right filter and lighting
What if Netflix doubled as a dating service like “here are 7 other singles that watched Orange Is The New Black for 8 hours straight in your area”