Move along, Family, nothing to see here...

One of the worst things about having my whole family on my personal Facebook is that, in the past 24 hours, at least one of them has likely seen me "like" four different wineries, the Philly chapter of a suicide prevention organization, multiple rape counseling centers, and a national association for depression and mood disorders.

Um...it's research?

Honestly, I just want to tour the wineries; I'm doing a 5K to support the suicide prevention group because I think it's an important cause; I'm looking for a job at the counseling centers; and...well, I'm a depraved bastard who's interested in mood disorders. *shrug* Y'all raised me.

It's in "People" magazine. Because it happens to People.

I just learned that May is Mental Health Awareness Month, so I'm going to post about it a bit, even though the posts never really go well. But I have a lot of friends who deal with mental health issues, and I dabble (maybe), so I think it's important. Though I'll try not to harp on it, because I understand it's kind of a buzzkill.

Plus, Kristen Bell, who's just delightful. And duh, obviously the little sister from Frozen was depressed and anxious, damn. Elsa was all shitty and agoraphobic, totally repressed because her parents wouldn't let her feel her feelings. Wouldn't even build a snowman with her kid sister, SHIIIT.

That's why Anna was sad, disenchanted, and about to marry some asshole she'd known for a day just so she could get some attention. Baby girl had ISSUES.

(Seriously, though, good for her for talking about it, and in People magazine -- possibly the most mainstream publication ever. And being chill about it, just, "Hey, this is common, and seeking help for it isn't something you should be ashamed of.")

Kristen Bell Discusses Dealing with Anxiety and Depression:

Searching for therapy. And cake. And therapeutic cake.

This was in the most recent list of search terms people have used to get to my WordPress page:
  

Holy shit, you guys -- WHAT am I writing? I know it's my id and all, and I certainly have my moments, but it's USUALLY not "devastating Christmas depression fuck you."

Seriously: Therapy. It's great. Mood drugs, too. Maybe also have some cake? Cake fixes a lot of things. Search for cake.

'Tis the season to be anxious, fa la la la la...

Oh, right. Seasonal anxiety and depression are real things, which means, until probably January, I can't be in a Target unattended for more than 15 minutes unless I want to feel like I may actually have a nervous breakdown.

Fuck you, Target. It's not even Thanksgiving yet. Can I get my goddamn laundry detergent and a new yoga mat without getting punched in the feels by your bullshit B-squad reindeer? (This has also happened in grocery stores, card stores, and on one very special occasion, a CVS.)

I don't do well in stores to begin with, but the seasonal shit started post-breakup and clearly hasn't dissipated at all. My ex helped me slowly stop hating Christmas after many years of retail work and unbearable family gatherings, aaand now that hatred is back, with a little extra special flavor -- like a lovely smoked sea salt for mood swings.