The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry
I wonder if anyone has ever written a fic wherein Death’s horse Binky is either the reincarnation of the Lord of all horses and Gandalf’s faithful companion, Shadowfax, or possibly a dimension-hopping descendant of his. Either way, I would totally read the fuck out of that fic.