The name's Jen. I'm a feminist, vegan, sustainable agriculture major. Everyone deserves to be treated fairly and with respect. (Does anyone else sing Aretha Frankin's "Respect" when they spell respect? I find it's a requirement for me and I really wish more songs had a chorus that involved spelling)
And one of the things that often gets lost in discussions of depression is that you know it’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous while you’re experiencing it. You know that most people manage to listen to their messages and eat lunch and organize themselves to take a shower and go out the front door and that it’s not a big deal, and yet you are nonetheless in its grip and you are unable to figure out any way around it.