Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire’s “spleen”, Edgar Allan Poe’s moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath; the lamentations of so many other poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced…
If large pharmaceutical companies were able to eliminate the seasons, they would probably do so- for a profit, of course.
Nassim Taleb, Antifragile (via epiphany-rambler)
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha this person’s a moron do you even KNOW how hard it is to go about the basic everyday business of being a human being let alone WRITE when you don’t have the willpower to do anything but lie on the floor and sob and have to spend an hour every morning arguing yourself out of suicide before you can get out of bed every morning? That’s not even hyperbole for humorous effect those are literally things that happen on a daily basis when you are hella depressed. Depression does not make you creative or inspired or talented. Depression is not anyone’s fucking muse. Depression is a fucking vacuum cleaner hooked up to your brain sucking everything good out of it and turning you into a what feels like a worthless garbage person. Fuck this dude and fuck his bullshit romanticization of mental illness.
Hannah, please sing this!!