Depression fucking robs you of your ability to feel and your motivation to create. Medication doesn’t stop you from feeling; it gives you the ability to feel. It brings you to a functioning human baseline.
I’ll never understand the dumb fucks who think they get to have an opinion on someone else’s medical condition.
Guess what, stupid? If artists get effective treatment for depression, you get MORE art. Because we can’t create fucking anything if we’re dead.
Like, shit, how much more could Sylvia Plath have written with the rest of her life if she hadn’t committed suicide?
How many more songs and paintings and poems would exist if their creators had lived?
How much more could a person create if they just had the ability to get out of bed every day?
Don’t fucking come at anyone with that suffer-for-your-art bullshit. It’s ignorant as fuck.
That dude is lucky all he got was an art history lesson and an invitation to jerk off into a geranium.
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