Taking a tumblr sabbatical.
Thinking about what I said earlier about how to help depressive people, I suppose I should clarify that, in my own case at least, the sense of alienation and low-self worth is what can really stop someone from reaching out. This of course doesn’t apply in all cases, and maybe it takes being severely depressed and desperate to just say “fuck it, I need this”. I just know that, while it is really nice and reassuring to have anyone show any sort of care for you at all with a “I’m here if you need to talk” and saying that and meaning it does mean something, it really is the simple things like “hey man, want to come over and hang out around lunch time tomorrow?” or any sort of compliment that do wonders. My heart melts when anyone says anything nice to me out of the blue, and I just feel lighter for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the week, as I work through my own crap. To go from feeling intensely lonely, where cutting off all ties with everyone to prevent myself from becoming a burden seems completely logical, to just being reminded that someone thinks you’re cool in some little way, is purely uplifting.
And, of course, it’s important for the depressive people to remember to do that themselves. Seriously, it doesn’t take much to help someone, potentially saving their life in the process. It’s the little, tiny things in life that shine through in a dark, cold world. That’s what being human is to me; adding in an element of emotion, empathy and passion to an uncaring universe. The vastness of space, your place in the Great Machine, the abject horror of freedom and randomness, and the warmth-drinking dread of the inevitability of death, is all paradoxically made seem small when someone just says “let’s go to that gig on Sunday” and means it.