As the title suggests I feel like this a lot of the time. Depression does this; it warps your conscious in on itself and that bit goes septic and acts like a hate spewer. The good bit, unwarped, has to contend with feelings of guilt thrown at it by the infected section of brain that slowly eats away at your being. It's as if we should be ashamed for being depressed. Yet for some it is so bad you get house bound and people seem terrifying and you get wound up and angry and then....who knows what may happen. Mostly it becomes incubated and induces lethargy and a morose existence. But that anger is still there, rumbling away being fed by rumination and dislike turning into hate. Those out of sorts comments that still hurt. But it bides it's time, and it'll wait, and brood. Just watch out. That moment will come, that straw will snap, that person will soon realise....you don't mock or piss off someone with depression.
This is in relation to someone who keeps giving me digs about my situation. I don't see her that often but she is nasty and her wisecracks are really bothering me. It'll only take one more comment for me to yell at her and all that anger will be released. Has anyone else had thoughts like this?
