I just realized why that “depression just means you’re seeing the world for what it is” thing really bothers me.
It’s because when I’m depressed, I abuse myself. I tell myself I’m disgusting and worthless. I don’t let myself out of the house. I don’t let myself do anything social or fun. I feed myself haphazardly and make myself live in filth. Sometimes I physically harm myself. And over and over I tell myself that I’m a bad person, that everyone hates me, that I deserved everything bad that’s ever happened to me, and I will always be a burden and an embarrassment to humanity.
So… think through the implication when you tell me that this is realism and clear thinking.
Wow. That’s a great description of the problem with that kind of attitude.