How do I talk about depression in a way that’s not depressing?
The question the author asks herself makes me wonder why things aren't acceptable to be taken in the context that they are? Depression is meant to be depressing, if that makes sense. A question I would ask is why can't I talk about depression without making it too lighthearted?
There’s an essay by Cheryl Strayed that gave me the permission to not have an “acceptable credit score.”
I enjoy this parallel of the idea of a credit score: a simple number which determines how responsible you are, and what you should be able to afford in your life.
but it wasn’t until years later, when I walked in on my boyfriend getting down with my roommate that I understood what irony actually meant.
The author's humor is displayed through a full circle moment of how her school didn't teach to learn, but to recite and remember.
however, the assumption that there’s only one way to do so is increasingly problematic
Stielstra pivots here, going from explaining exactly what she will be delving into with the reader, towards a political standpoint of how people themselves are evaluated under a single light rather than given a paintbrush to express their thoughts.