Do's and Don'ts of Depression

by White Moon Falcon Ninja

Sort of my life story, (some parts of which might not be true in my real life,) and what has brought me into the battle against Depression. Really didn't want to write this, so might delete it if SOMEONE, ANYONE, can give my incomplete stories some ideas I can ACTUALLY work with!

The Do's and Don'ts of Depression

by

White Lego Ninja

All right, so between listening to her chatter about her late husband, babysitting her grandson every other weekend, and losing my chance, every chance I get, to get stuff I'm looking for on eBay, I'm totally depressed and losing my damn head!

In case you're wondering, this story is rated M, and Misc Anime.

This story will tell you what, and what not, to do or say to people suffering depression. Even though I'm the only person I know who is, and therefore my story will only tell my Depression and what not to do or say to me. Will also tell the Real, True story of what I should have been from the very beginning; The moment I was conceived, nevermind born.

Here goes nothing.

Hello everyone. My name's Alysa Aiday. I'm 15 years old, with snowy white hair, icy blue eyes, and a heart-shaped, gentle face with rosy pink cheeks. I'm a Leo, and I'm a total work of disaster by Mother Nature.

I mean, I was supposed to be born a girl from the start, to a single mother with blonde hair, blue eyes, and mastery of the Martial Arts of at least the Third Degree Balck Belt level.

I was born in a monstrosity known as a "Male" body, to a pair of Egocentric, Rodeo fans who know squash about, well, anything in the world. But what do you expect from a pair of idiots who never listen to, or even give half a damn about anyone who isn't consumed with the rodeo and says "Fuck Off" to everyone who isn't?

The phone call I made to the police, requesting, No! Demanding, the SWAT team come in and blast the house to Kingdom Come and back, was scary. But then again the son of the couple I was Fetal Kidnapped by did try to kill me; By clunking me over the head with a golf club!

I'm just glad that they took care of my Gender and Facial Feminization Surgery and I didn't have to pay a single penny.

But since Mother Earth screwed up on me, and I had to get the surgery in the first place, I can never get pregnant and experience the food cravings, the pleasure of feeling the baby kick in my tummy, or talking to her, telling her how much I love her before she even gets here.

It's going to be one Hell of a challenge, but I can, and will, learn to deal.

You NEVER talk about something, someone, that someone who has lived with you for years, shows no interest whatsoever in! You PAY ATTENTION to their facial expressions, their stances; Like if they're leaning on the counter, or scratching their knees with their toes.

If they talk about things, simple toys they might be, you LISTEN, and TRY TO HELP THEM think of ways to get it!

If they say: "Just leave me alone" you do NOT knock on their door, let alone stand there, expecting them to answer you, and just stand there until you start crying. You LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE!

If during their childhood, they show interest in stuff Society thinks is made only for the opposite gender, you watch and listen to their behavior, and try to get them stuff they're interested in!

If they talk about getting a motorcycle, so they don't need to worry how they'll get around after you die, you FORGET about what you think of them being "LEgally Blind", and help them get a fucking license!

You do NOT jabber about the person who unwittingly annoyed the Hell out of them, and his ghost! You do what you can to follow their example, and let them go!

That's my story.

Cheers!

White Lego Ninja