Remember just a year ago, when I was completely fucking useless at life? It’s actually kind of inspiring to see how far I’ve come in just a year. There’s this weird feeling of prolonged accomplishment that I honestly have never felt before in my life.
And it feels pretty damn good.
That being said, I finally met the people in my dorm building today during a “mandatory” meeting. Let’s just say that they’re mostly bland, uninteresting, and quite frankly, really fucking weird people. But I’m tired of bitching about my situation. I’m going to take my curse of being forced into substance free housing as an opportunity to really improve upon myself this year.
Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.
When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.
The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…
But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that." Tom Clempsom
white people telling me the solution to racism is to not talk about race is LITERALLY the epitome of white privilege please get that through your heads
I’m going to reblog myself and remind you of the time when I tried to argue that refusing to talk about race was a PROBLEM rather than a SOLUTION, and about 1500+ of you reblogged this post and personally messaged me telling me that I was a dumbass and my argument was completely invalid
I’m going to reblog myself and challenge you to tell me once again, as innocent black citizens are being racially profiled and brutally targeted by the people who were hired to protect us, if you really think refusing to talk about race in our “progressive, post-racial society” is still the actual fucking solution
Say it. Say it again. I fucking dare you.
Anonymous said: When did you find out you were gay?
Well when I was in like middle school, my mom used to make me take these caramel vitamin things, and then like a month into taking them I found out that they were actually vitamins intended for women as they were supplemented with estrogen
And in that most sublime moment, lost in the whirling depths of my clouded mind as the painful realization dawned on me, I silently whispered to myself: ”Oh shit. I’m gay now.”