Reagan Myers - Depression Is Funny Like That 

I love how she keeps making parallels between physical illness and mental illness and alluding to how you just have to mask your depression with a "real" health issue because people . just. don't. understand.

"There are some days I'm so sad that I don't remember what it's like not to be" HOLY ME

*My depression doesn't ask for much, but when it does, it's asking for something I cannot give. It's just me asking for something I cannot give* that hit me hard right there.

"I can't call in sad to work" 😩

"Being sad is a god damn joke sometimes" Oh so true. This is my new favorite poem, thank you.

"sometimes all i can do is laugh if i don't there may be nothing left"

The thing about depression is when you first get it you're sad. Miserable. And after a while it stops and there's nothing left. You're just numb. And then you'll get sad again. And it's like a toxic relationship because you know it's bad but it feels like if you don't feel sad you don't feel anything. And hurting is better than feeling nothing at all.

"Depression is like a monologue under water."

I love everyone who can relate to this poem a little too much

This is probably the most accurate description of depression I've ever heard. Everything feels like the end of the world because it might as well be, and you forget what it feels like to be truly happy. The last time I was truly happy, I was drunk.

" When people ask me how I am they might as well be asking where I've gone." no truer words have ever been spoken.

the scariest part is thinking that you'll never be okay.

"Being this kind of sad is funny that way. No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience"

I love reading the comments and just seeing what lines hit people the most, you can tell we all feel the same thing so differently but it is all still pain.

"I can't call sad into work." I feel this so hard.

"Take care of this terrible body that doesn't take care of me back." Hit me hard, goosebumps.

"If I get out, I have to be a person again." I felt that man

"My own voice telling me on the radio, there is no place for me here" Off all the lines in her poem, this one hurt the most...

“Take care of this terrible body that doesn’t take care of me back” that is such a good way of describing it

You know when you find something that explains what you've been trying to put into words for so long? This is it.

When people like ask me how I am, they may as well be asking where I've gone. 👏👏😢

"no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience. it's all the end of the world or might as well be" yup

can't stop these tears from falling, because it is way too deep

This week I sat in an auto zone parking lot and cried for ten minutes because I couldn’t change a head light, which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me? Like, haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&ms at 11:30 in the morning IN BED or, I watched the pilot of Gossip Girl ten times in the past two weeks because I keep falling asleep half way through because being sad is a goddamn joke sometimes. My headlight went out and my first thought was “seems right.” I couldn’t change it myself because I’d have to take off the whole bumper or something and I thought “of course” or “I wish I was dead.” Being this kind of sad is funny that way, no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience, it’s all the end of the world or might as well be, my brain is dramatic like that. Depression is a silent film, a monologue shot underwater, depression is sulking because I won’t talk to it anymore, by which I mean ABOUT it. There are some days I am so sad I don’t remember what it’s like not to be, like when you have a bad cold and you forget how to breathe through your nose and you’re so sure you’ll never breathe through your nose again and I’m so sure I’ll never feel joy again. Except when you have a cold you can call in sick to work, and people tell you to get well soon, and there is a whole soup genre dedicated your well-being. I can’t call in “sad” to work. I can’t go to the grocery store and go to the “sad aisle” which would have like already stale popcorn and tea which your best friend swears is good for you. So sometimes all I can do is laugh, if I don’t, there might be nothing left. There’s a crack in my bathtub in the shape of the Platt river, and I know this because I sit on the floor of my shower so often it’s become a permanent imprint in my thigh. I’m here because I’ve been sad since graduation, not this one the one before that, or maybe I have a bad cold, or maybe it’s both, but the cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes. If I get out, I have to be a person again. Have to put on clothes, put lotion on my legs, eat a bowl of cereal at least, take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back. I’m so tired of talking about my depression as someone else, a ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the seance, afraid of what it might want from me. My depression doesn’t ask for much but when it does it is something I cannot give and that’s the joke, it’s just me asking for something I cannot give. I ask to come back to my body and it’s only me saying no. When people ask me how I am they might as well be asking me where I’ve gone. I”m driving down a dirt road, no headlights, when it curves I will not know, just drive on into the field my own voice playing on the radio telling me “there is no place for me here.”

"Depression is a ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the Seance. Afraid of what it might want from me." Holy. Shit.

I almost burst into tears listening to this. Jesus, I love and hate when someone so accurately describes the torment that is depression. Maybe one day we won't have to deal with this. Until then, cheers.

This gave me chills in the first 30 seconds. Too real.

"No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience, it's all the end of the world, or it might as well be" *snaps*

Watching this while you feel like you're getting worse is calming

"I have to take care of this terrible body, that refuses to take care of me back" damn!

I relate to this more than I'd care to say. and I'm terrified to say this because eveveryone is so glad about me getting better...

I've watched this several times and it never gets less powerful. Depression is a fierce demon to battle, but as long as you are still here there will always be a place for you here

"Im driving down a dirt road, no headlights, when it curves, I will not know" always hits me so hard

There are so many lines in this poem that struck a chord with me I can't even quote them all. This poem is brilliant, and sad, and something I wish I didn't relate to as much as I do.

I didn't want to laugh at this. I wanted to be sad. But it's just so fucking real, that it becomes funny. It becomes this defense that I can't control. I see myself in the mirror and I can't do anything but shut my eyes. And when I laugh I close my eyes. And I cry. And sometimes that's the best way.

For anyone who is hard of hearing or just wants the words, here you go: This week, I sat in an AutoZone parking lot and cried for 10 minutes straight, because I couldn't change a headlight. Which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me. Like, "haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&m's at 11:30 in the morning, in bed. Or, I've watched the Pilot of Gossip Girl 10 times in the past 2 weeks because I keep falling asleep half-way through, because being sad is a goddamn joke sometimes. My headlight went out, my first thought was "seems right." I couldn't change it by myself because I'd have to take off the whole bumper or something. I thought "of course" or "I wish I was dead." Being this kind of sad is funny that way. No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience; it's all the end of the world or might as well be. My brain is dramatic like that. Depression is a silent film; a monolouge shot underwater. Depression is sulking because I won't talk to it anymore, by which, I mean about it. There are some days when I am so sad, I don't remember what it's like not to be. Like, when you have a bad cold and you forget how to breathe through your nose, and you're so sure that you'll never breathe through your nose again; and I'm so sure I will never feel joy again. Except, when you have a cold, you can call in sick to work, and people tell you to "get well soon" and then there's a whole soup genre dedicated to your well being. I can't call in sad to work; can't go to the grocery store and go to the "sad aisle", which should only have like already stale popcorn and tea your bestfriend swears is good for you. So, sometimes all I can do is laugh. If I don't, there might be nothing left. There's a crack in my bathtub in the shape of the Platte River and I know this because I sit on the floor of my shower so often, it's become a permanent imprint in my thigh. I'm here because I've been sad since graduation; not this one, the one before that or maybe I have a bad cold or maybe it's both, but the cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes. If I get out, I have to be a person again. Have to put on clothes, put lotion on my legs, eat a bowl of cereal, at least, take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back. I'm so tired of talking about my depression as someone else. A ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the seance. Afraid of what it might want from me. My depression doesn't ask for much, but when it does, it's something I cannot give and that's the joke. It's just me asking for something I cannot give. I ask to come back to my body and it's only me saying "no". When people ask me how I am, they might as well be asking where I've gone. I'm driving down a dirt road, no headlights. When it curves, I will not know; just drive on into the field. My own voice playing on the radio, telling me there is no place for me here.

"It's all the end of the world or might as well be" AHHHHH!

"my own voice playing on the radio telling me there is no place for me here", that hit me so hard :")

i love her voice

"Sometimes all I can do is laugh. If I don't there might be nothing left." My heart is beating so fast after watching this and that part hit hard and made me cry. Sometimes I use my humor to quiet the pain that I'm hiding in the inside.

Oh my god. This just made me realise how important poetry is.

the tea part, so fucking true.

I thought this was so beautiful that I teared up because I've been there. I get there over and over again at times and it's terrifying to wake up and you're just hit with this wave of depression and no one seems to understand what it's like. The raw emotion you hear in her voice is heartbreaking and the people who disliked this video are idiots because they seemed to miss the meaning behind her words.

AMAZING. Poems like this one speak to so many people. Like me. They give us a voice. They put feelings that were once indescribable into words. Thank you.

I remember I came across this poem when it was uploaded, and to this day, I still cry when I watch it, because every single line just hits a different type of emotion that I can't put into words myself, but I can relate to. pointless year update: hearing "my depression doesn’t ask for much but when it does it is something I cannot give and that’s the joke" is hard, even though I don't have depression, it reminds me of the way I've convinced myself that I am below everyone else, that I'm stupid, unattractive no matter how much effort I put into the clothes I wear or despite attempting to find the most flattering glasses to hide my big nose, that I have no confidence, I'm a loser and I'm awkward and that's why I don't get to go out with my friends, and I'm a burden at work and uni because I make countless dumb mistakes while the people around me do completely fine

I can’t explain how much I felt that “depression is a silent film” I can’t explain it it just speaks to me.

"All I can do is laugh.... If I don't there might be nothing left" that got me ..

i am sitting on the floor of my shower right now. crying. So i decidet to watch poetry slams to push me up. and now i foud this. thank you

3 years later and this is still relevant. Thank you Reagan for this poem. I miss seeing you for slam poetry club ❤

Lyrics: This week I sat in an auto zone parking lot and cried for ten minutes because I couldn't change a head light, which sounds like a lead up to a terrible stand-up routine, right? One where the joke is always on me? Like, haha, I ate half a bag of pretzel m&ms at 11: 30 in the morning IN BED or, I watched the pilot of Gossip Girl ten times in the past two weeks because I keep falling asleep half way through because being sad is a goddamn joke sometimes. My headlight went out and my first thought was "seems right." I couldn't change it myself because I'd have to take off the whole bumper or something and I thought "of course" or "I wish I was dead."Being this kind of sad is funny that way, no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience, it's all the end of the world or might as well be, my brain is dramatic like that. Depression is a silent film, a monologue shot underwater, depression is sulking because I won't talk to it anymore, by which I mean ABOUT it. There are some days I am so sad I don't remember what it's like not to be, like when you have a bad cold and you forget how to breathe through your nose and you're so sure you'll never breathe through your nose again and I'm so sure I'll never feel joy again. Except when you have a cold you can call in sick to work, and people tell you to get well soon, and there is a whole soup genre dedicated your well-being.I can't call in "sad" to work. I can't go to the grocery store and go to the "sad aisle" which would have like already stale popcorn and tea which your best friend swears is good for you. So sometimes all I can do is laugh, if I don't, there might be nothing left. There's a crack in my bathtub in the shape of the Platt river, and I know this because I sit on the floor of my shower so often it's become a permanent imprint in my thigh. I'm here because I've been sad since graduation, not this one the one before that, or maybe I have a bad cold, or maybe it's both, but the cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes. If I get out, I have to be a person again. Have to put on clothes, put lotion on my legs, eat a bowl of cereal at least, take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back.I'm so tired of talking about my depression as someone else, a ghost that haunts me and I am afraid of the seance, afraid of what it might want from me. My depression doesn't ask for much but when it does it is something I cannot give and that's the joke, it's just me asking for something I cannot give.I ask to come back to my body and it's only me saying no. When people ask me how I am they might as well be asking me where I've gone. I"m driving down a dirt road, no headlights, when it curves I will not know, just drive on into the field my own voice playing on the radio telling me "there is no place for me here."

“All i can do is laugh, because if i don’t then there’s nothing left” that hit to close to home

The accuracy of this poem is scary as hell... Every time I think I am getting better, depression pulls me back and kicks me in the gut as a quick reminder. This poem has power, a power that brought me to tears. It is truly amazing!

“No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience” that is so true

"There is no place for me here" that rings to true for me.

“Sometimes I talk to the voice in my head to avoid the thoughts of how I’m alone”

As someone who suffers from both mental illnesses and physical, this poem his very close to home, especially as there are lines that relate to my physical illness as well as my mental. The line about her body not looking after her as it should run straight to my core...❤ I've lost touch with Button, it was nice to return to this channel to such a great performance 😊

I used to relate to this so much. I recently realised how long I was depressed. I remember really hating my self in 5th grade I was either 10-11. I'm 16 now. Wish I could go back in time and just cuddle my old self and tell her that she's loved and she's precious and that everything turns out great.

I don't have depression, but this got me into tears because it let's me see even just a peek of what my friend is going through right now.

I've translated this to spanish He traducido esto al español En esta semana estuve en el estacionamiento de un Autozone y lloré por diez minutos seguidos porque no podía cambiar un bombillo del carro Lo cual suena como lo que lleva a una horrible y forzada rutina diaria no? Una en donde el chiste está siempre en mí, como haha me comí una bolsa de pretzels de M&M's a las once y media de la mañana EN LA CAMA o vi el capítulo piloto de Gossip Girls diez veces durante estas dos últimas semanas porque no pude evitar dormirme a la mitad porque estar triste es un maldito chiste a veces mi bombillo del carro se apagó y lo primero que pensé fue "parece bien" no pude cambiarlo por mí misma porque tendría que desmontar todo el parachoque o algo pensé "por supuesto" o "desearía estar muerta" estar así de triste es gracioso de esta manera ninguna inconveniencia es una inconsistencia menor; es todo el fin del mundo, o bien podría ser mi mente es tan dramática, que mi depresión parece una película muda un monólogo grabado bajo el agua mi depresión empieza a molestarme porque ya no le hablaré más, por lo cual quiero llegar a que; hay días en donde estoy tan triste que no recuerdo el cómo se siente no estarlo cómo cuando tienes un mal resfriado, que olvidas como respirar por tu nariz, y estás tan seguro de que no volverás a respirar por tu nariz otra vez (risas) y te encuentras tan seguro de que no sentirás felicidad otra vez excepto cuando tienes un resfriado puedes decir en el trabajo que te encuentras enfermo, y todos te dirán que te mejores, y hay un maldita telenovela dedicada a tu bienestar no puedo decir que me encuentro triste en el trabajo, no puedo ir al supermercado e ir al pasillo triste, el cual tendría palomitas instantáneas con sal y tu mejor amigo te asegura de que eso es bueno para tí así que a veces lo único que puedo hacer es reírme si no lo hago, entonces no quedará nada para mí hay una grieta en mi bañera con la forma del Río Platte y sé de esto porque siempre me he sentado tantas veces en el piso de mi ducha que se ha vuelto una marca permanente en mi muslo estoy aquí porque he estado triste desde mi graduación, no esta, sino la anterior a la otra o quizás tengo un mal resfriado, o quizás son ambas pero el resfriado siempre es mejor para propósitos de simpatía si salgo, tengo que ser una persona otra vez tengo que ponerme ropa, poner loción en mis piernas, tomar al menos un plato de cereal cuidar de este terrible cuerpo que se rehúsa a cuidar de mí de regreso estoy tan cansada de hablar sobre mi depresión como si fuese alguien más como un fantasma que me atormenta y teniendo miedo de la sesión de espiritismo asustada de lo que podría querer de mí mi depresión no pide muy seguido, pero cuando lo hace siempre es algo que yo no puedo darle y y ese es el chiste el chiste soy yo pidiendo algo que no puedo dar yo pido regresar a mi cuerpo y es solo yo diciendo que no cuando la gente me pregunta cómo estoy, también podrán estar preguntando sobre a dónde me he ido estoy conduciendo en una carretera de tierra sin bombillas para cuando deba cruzar una curva y yo no voy a simplemente manejar aleatoriamente hacia el campo con mi propia voz hablando en la radio diciéndome que no hay un lugar para mí aquí. (aplausos)

"sometimes all i can do is laugh, if i don't there might be nothing left" goddamn i can't count the amount of times i've said this. powerful. powerful. powerful. sobbing as of right now

"Sometimes all i can do is laugh"I can relate . People are always sure im okay because i always seem happy, but really i dont want anyone to see how much i just am not happy. I would rather everyone think i was ok than have them wondering and thinking they're the reason i'm not.

"The cold makes the most sense for sympathy purposes"

"I ask to come back to my body, and it's only me saying no." Hit different.

People who are ignorant, cruel or abusive towards you may have never truly experienced those depths of despair, utter hopelessness and numbness and to be honest, I'm glad that they didn't have to go through this gut wrenching pain.

In tears, completely encapsulates what it truly feels like to have depression. Thank you for your brave words!

These poems are the only thing left for me. I feel lost and alone

“Take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back.” FELT

gosh i love slam poetry. and she really just describes depression so well

I can't even handle how good this is.

I already know I'm going to be watching this poem over and over again. I've never related so closely to a poem, thank you Reagan for putting this feeling into words♥

TRUTH!!!! THIS POEM SAID EVERYTHING!!

During this whole thing i thought, *Wow..i didn't think ANYONE could explain how i felt..how i feel. But this is EXACTLY how i feel, it's almost like my mind has been put into words*

"My own voice playing on the radio telling me there is no place for me here..." *leaves* Oh my... 10/10.

I feel like I have depression but I don't let it in, and it's tiring, but I won't let this happen, but sometimes you just can't help it. But remember this. you are loved.

Okay, so I used to listen to this all the time, and I very much related to the part where she says I wish I was dead on a minor inconvenience, AND LISTENING TO IT AGAIN I REALIZED I DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE, AND I AM VERY HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!

'Taking care of a body that doesn't take care of me back'. As someone who ended up with constant muscle pain as a result of constant stress/worry, I feel this so hard. Despite my body being in constant pain, I still have to be nice to it and feed it and wash it, or else it'll hurt me more. But when I do something I want to do or enjoy doing, like baking one god damn cake or going for a nice walk with my dog, my body will punish me with even more pain. And I still have to take care of it...

i always seem to come back to this poem, it just comforts me and makes me feel a little bit better while dealing with my depression. thank you reagan x

"I've been sad since graduation, not this one the last one" hits me hard everytime

i am crying too much while listening to this

Still keep coming back to this poem, years later… feeling seen and understood by someone who doesn’t even know i exist is another kind of love, and also sadness. This poem will never not be in my mind. Thank you, I didn’t ask for this poem but it gave me hope that I’m not alone

My happy feels hollow and short-lived, if I laugh there’s a weight behind it, and if I smile it’s only temporary. If I sit with no distractions for too long the world might just end because that’s how it feels, so I waste my time doing things that aren’t ever really beneficial but they keep me busy. My happy is weak, I’m always faking it, attempting to tell my mother that some days I can’t muster the strength to help her with the dishes in the morning. I don’t need her to tell me “get up, yes you can,” with a glint in her eyes like it’s a joke. I feel half alive and it’s not fair or funny. I want to sleep forever but i’m too scared of what will come of it.

how can they all say such things without crying

“It’s all the end of the world or might as well be my is dramatic like that” all the time !

“No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience” You have no idea how much of a relief it was to hear that, I always get so upset at inconsequential things and I know it’s irrational and I know I’m blowing it out of proportion so I just push down the feelings and go about my day, ignoring the pain swelling up in my chest and I’m *so* glad I’m not the only one

I can relate to this sooo damn much.. more than I probably should while I pretend to get better but am laying awake night for night..

this poem hit me so hard i'm crying

Felt that in my soul. God bless her. Beautifully done.

This is the best description of depression, if only everyone could understand it like this. Maybe then people would take it seriously

I love this poem too much

Watching it on button poetry live was such an amazing experience 🎈but watching it a second time still breathtaking

This made me cry. So relatable.

All my friends and my school think I am this lazy and sick person, but really all those days I'm staying in bed I'm too depressed to face anything or anyone without bursting in to tear. Only my mommy kinda knows how I feel. But even with her we use code words like "I'm really not feeling well", unwilling to discuss the fact that it's mentally. I used to be more honest with people, but I can't stand the painful silences anymore when I explain to them where I was this week. For now, I just have this "super annoying cold that just won't pass".

This made me feel so not alone. Thank you.

"to take care of this terrible body that refuses to take care of me back"....yeah I feel that

Thank you for finding the words I lack.. I cried so hard at that. My friends know I have depressions and still, for them I am the most humorous person there is. Joking, laughing, all the time especially if I want to cry. "There is no place for me here" is a sentence on repeat in my head every time I am sad..

I am an avid #MentalHealthAwareness advocate and award-winning spoken word performer, and I love this so much. I travel the country trying to bring that awareness on stages, in classrooms, hospitals, and on my RU-vid channel, so I get excited when I see other advocates. 💙❤

"No inconvenience is a minor inconvenience, it's all the end of the world"

"Depression is a silent film;a monologue shot under water"..

All my friends and I have different levels of depression. We cope with it in different ways. Some of us are stoned and drunk as soon as they think no one can see them, others, like me, just internalize and shove down all emotion until we break down, reset and the cycle starts again. This is the most accurate description I have ever seen.

I love Reagan Myers so much. She is honestly such an inspirational writer and person. Much love Reagan!!!!