It’s literally tornado alley up in here.
I had a panic attack last night after doing literally nothing. Like I had a good day, it was productive and relaxed, but by like 4 I just couldn’t push away the stabbing sensations of anxiety that had been ripping into me all day. I’d run out of bandaids. And like, can anyway blame me for being defeated and broken? For giving up?
But memes are my coping skill haha, that definitely counts right?
I’m trying to put into words why they’re so valuable, and why humor in general is necessary for my survival (and I’m assuming the survival of everyone else who’s damned with mental illness, or even just unfortunate life circumstances).
Off the top of my head:
- it’s a distraction from the shitshow that is life, even if it’s only for a few brief seconds
- being distracted like that for more than a few seconds (by scrolling through memes online or looking in that folder of memes you definitely have saved to your phone) sometimes calms me long enough so I can breathe and thus lessens my sheer, unrelenting panic
- laughing releases endorphins that act to relieve pain and stress
- I think if you laugh you kind of trick your brain into thinking “maybe things aren’t utterly terrible” and maybe, just maybe, you’ll continue thinking that unconsciously for a while
- depression memes are just so damn relatable, and it helps at least a tiny bit to know you’re not totally alone in your suffering
I’m scanning a few websites for reasons #isthisresearch #pretendingtobesmart
Apparently, finding humor in the face of shitty shit makes us more resilient (a word I totally relate to, but it’s definition, the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties fails to address the fact that I don’t recover quickly, I can’t be expected to, and I have no choice but to drag my ass into recovering…so keep that in mind when I use it). That isn’t some earth-shattering discovery, but it says it on everything I’m reading, so…
Have some resilience, and try to have a less-than-excruciatingly-depressing day ❤
