Give us your best tip for overcoming depression.
To regard it as being like the weather. It's not your responsibility that it's raining, but it is real when it rains, and the fact that it's raining does not mean that the rain is never going to stop. The only thing to do is to believe that, one day, it won't be raining and accept it so you can find a mental umbrella to shield yourself from the worst. The sun will eventually come up.
TW: Rape Culture
You are the reason I don’t feel safe walking home at night. You are the reason I keep my keys in my hand, testing their sharp edges. You are the reason I wonder how quickly I can run away. You are the reason I weigh the pros and cons of fighting back. You are the reason I wonder if I would ever be able to get over it if I were raped. You are the reason my drink is always in my hand. You are the reason I will tell a friend to call me when I’m supposed to be home from a date. You are the reason I don’t smile at strangers on the street, because I worry that a simple smile will be interpreted as a come-on. You are the reason I cross my legs and arms and avoid eye contact with strangers on public transportation. You are the reason my headphones are always in my ears, even if I’m not listening to music. You are the reason I have to fake a cell phone conversation. You are the reason I have to make an actual call if I am walking alone.
in short: this is an amazing article. Posted a few weeks back, but no less relevant. Read it here.
This is one of the most powerful pieces on intersectionality and rape culture I have ever read. It’s long, but I highly recommend reading the entire thing.
it did a good job incorporating intersectionality, definitely read!!
so so so so so good. i needed this.
got the creepy leer and the “heyy laaadies” two times my first night back in the city. and giving the guy the finger didn’t make up for it. not when he just laughed and say “i was trying to be nice” fuck you and fuck your friend who walked next to you and laughed with you.
-I hate that when I am walking hand in hand with, or am even just physically close to, another self-identified woman, queer person or trans person who may or may not be my date, you will leer, say something, make a face. I hate that you will still hit on me, as if the person I am with could never fulfill me because they are not a cis, straight man. -
this part is perfect.
and on a happier note, i really loved her description of walking through the rain. my campus is beautiful in the rain and I have gotten to appreciate that these past 2 weeks.