“No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake—not my mom, not Santa, not God—no one. It was my cake and everyone else could go fuck themselves.” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“I had tasted cake and there was no going back. My tiny body had morphed into a writhing mass of pure tenacity encased in a layer of desperation. I would eat all of the cake or I would evaporate from… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“I’ve always wanted to not give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“Fear and shame are the backbone of my self-control. They are my source of inspiration, my insurance against becoming entirely unacceptable. They help me… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“I am incensed that reality has the audacity to do some of the things it does when I CLEARLY don't want those things to… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“Nobody can guarantee that it's going to be okay, but - and I don't know if this will be comforting to anyone else -… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“And that’s how I got to go to a birthday party while very heavily sedated.” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“Most people can motivate themselves to do things simply by knowing that those things need to be done. But not me. For me, motivation… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“The illusion of control makes the helplessness seem more palatable. And when that illusion is taken away, I panic.” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“It’s so somewhat effective that I now rely on it almost exclusively when I need to get myself to do something” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“Fortunately, it turns out that being scared of yourself is a somewhat effective motivational technique.” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something -… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“And finally - FINALLY - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn't have any feelings left. I had spent… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake—not my mom, not Santa, not God—no one. It was my cake and everyone… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“We're going to play a different game now. It's called "who can yell 'help' the loudest and the most.” — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
“Then the guilt from my ignored responsibilities grows so large that merely carrying it around with me feels like a huge responsibility. It takes… — Allie Brosh Copy Share Image
