Hey, you guys - Lindsay Eyth, friend and studio mate, made that thing I posted into a shirt and it is so rad. Available for pre-order now! Clicky click.
Anonymous asked: do you think chugging wine helps with your depression and needs? does is help you with all your past (considering your tumblr posts about hospital and whatnot)?
Gosh, I really had to think about this one.
On one hand, my first instinct is to not respond - because I feel like this question is to get me worked up and also, maybe secondarily, to make me feel ashamed about my past and my history of depression.
On the other, I’d like to respond because this is a fruitful opportunity to express the fact that one can work through their depression. Have I been required to change the way I drink and approach substances that affect my brain? Of course - that’s how depression works.
I’ve had a few glasses of wine, including one while I’ve watched an episode of Six Feet Under, and another while I sat over a dinner table speaking to a friend.
Do I have days where I know I can’t drink? Yes. Days where I’m sad, days where I’m on the edge, days where I’m uncomfortable - drinking to escape isn’t my thing; it makes it worse. Drinking on my couch, watching television, relaxing can be fine - especially in advance of a full weekend of work where I cannot stay up or go out or see people due to having to wake up quite early.
Final word: asking polite questions requires tact. The word “chugging” and “needs” in the context indicates you are either a drooling plebe or a massive cock - either way, I don’t care for the implication.
Am I depressed? Yes. Does it define my life? That answer is complicated. Is it any of your fucking business? No.
As my friend Lindsay Eyth would say: