Have you ever wondered how all the girls in depression/anxiety art are so pretty?
How their make-up is intact, cheeks are blushed and hair falls down their shoulder perfectly?
I don’t know either.
For me, depression is a huge black hole, consuming everything I love inside it.
Sometimes it’s filled with storms and rains.
Sometimes it’s just a hollow.
Artists romanticise depression.
In movies or art depression is a pretty girl with a wine glass, wearing shorts and a cami, looking outside the window while ‘la vien rose’ is playing in the background.
Or maybe it’s a girl with a perfect face and makeup lying on her bed pouting towards the ceiling.
These are the unrealistic standards set for people dealing with mental health problems!
For me depression is a girl who hasn’t woken up from her bed or talked to anybody or heck, taken a shower in days.
She’s a girl who stares herself in the mirrow and tries to find a shine in her eyes amongst the blacks and Greys.
She’s a girl who probably has cried all night. But unlike the movies it didn’t rain! Neither any background music was played for her.
Instead it was just another night for the rest of the world.
I really wish to find a movie/art where I finally see a girl looking like a mess. Like she hasn’t touched her food in days, like she hasn’t laughed since the beginning of time.
Yes I want to see a movie, where no makeover, no guy suddenly made her recovery. I want to see her getting better one day at a time.
I really wish for a movie which gives me courage to see myself in the mirror while I’m having a mental breakdown. 🙂
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