Gary

I just saw Gary. The special episode from The Bear.

My mom said it was boring and she didn’t understand it.

My aunt said nothing.

I said, yeah, that’s a suicidal person. And I felt deep in my bones how it was fine until it wasn’t. How depression get romanticised when it’s sad thoughtful conversations on bathroom floors and you’re on drugs. But when it’s aggressive and you see no point in anything and you need someone, anyone, to understand what you’re feeling then it’s stern looks of disapproval and disappointment and pity.

I kind of want to rewatch the first season of the Bear. Cause if anyone says they’re surprised imma throw hands. Because if there’s people who don’t understand then, they just didn’t listen.

Mike was screaming.

I probably shouldn’t have watched it. I got all up in my feelings and I’m incredibly worse. I lost excitement. Damn. I’ll sleep and ignore my depression for another week. What can go wrong?