The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.
“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”
Me: I can’t get out of bed today, what is wrong with me. I’m so lazy and terrible and I am a huge flake and there has got to be something wrong with me.
– you know the word in second language but not first
– your notes sometimes are in both languages at once. some words are quicker to write than their equivalents
– phone autocorrects to wrong language
– the words that are the same but slightly different in your two languages are always spelled the wrong way. no matter what.
– certain memories only available in one language
– music genres?? u like maybe alternative and pop music in your first language but like rap and musical theatre in your second
– u know what verb tenses are called in your second language but not in your first
– saying bullshit like “close the lights please” because it’s idiomatically correct but not in english
starry-eyed 