Inner struggles are never easy to navigate, whether they arise from the shroud of winter darkness, or are of a more chronic variety. Fortunately, humor has a way of bringing a touch of levity to the darkest doldrums. And whether you're facing depression, seasonal depression , or any other mental health challenge, memes have got you covered in this department. Some people might wonder why we turn to memes when navigating these intimate problems. Well, finding humor in shared experiences, however…

I'm always lying when I say "no worries"

Life is like a game of dodgeball, but instead of rubber balls, it's throwing neuroses, depression, existential crises and responsibilities at us. And let's be real, we're all getting hit left and right. Take me, for example. I'm currently juggling more responsibilities than a circus clown with a dozen balls, trying to keep it all together while the world around me is on fire. And the cherry on top? The cost of therapy and psychiatrists is so prohibitively high, it's making my depression worse.…

Are you fighting demons?

If you're someone who spends so much time scrolling through memes that you forget to eat, shower, or see sunlight, you're in good company. We here at Memebase totally get it - memes are like potato chips, you can't just have one. You have to have them all. As anxious-depressive humor experts, we often find ourselves throwing ourselves into humor to lessen the pain of existence. But let's be real, if you're using memes as a way to avoid dealing with your problems, you might want to consider ther…

Simply existing in 2023 is a pretty big deal. It feels like almost everyone I know is feeling some degree of crappy, whether due to their financial status, mental illness, or seasonal depression. But sometimes, you just…get used to it. And sometimes, the pain can transform you. For example, do you ever feel so crappy that the misery seems to transcend into a sort of dark humor ? If not, then we're sorry for you. You see, sometimes when life becomes so cosmically crappy, it can feel a lot like t…

I myself am strange and unusual

I don't know about you guys, but I'm literally addicted to being a normal person. Every day (and it does happen that often), I get described as a bonafide normie. It is music to my ears. I can't get enough of it! Being normal is so socially rewarded , and I'm always ready to receive that participation trophy. Most of us are in denial about being normal, and that's okay! We like to believe that when we fall on the bell curve, we fall all the way to the right, but that's not true. We are probably…

To say life isn't fair would be an understatement. I'm currently juggling a million responsibilities, the existential dread of the era, and trying not to absorb the pain of everyone else and everything else that currently surrounds me. It's really difficult to keep it all together. Add that to the prohibitively high cost of therapy and a psychiatrist, and the cocktail isn't one that really makes one feel loosened up. The depression gives way to anxiety, which makes me so tired that it turns bac…

FIGHT!

We all have mental health, but some of us have less mental health than others. Conversations around mental illness often focus on more socially acceptable diagnoses. Anxiety and depression are not only extremely common but also widely discussed. In a way, they've almost become completely destigmatized conditions. It's kind of wild how much more socially acceptable to talk about these things now. Back when boomers were growing up, it was incredibly hush-hush. Nowadays, everyone's on Lexapro, and…

Seasonal Affective Disorder is no joke

Gritting our teeth

If you logged onto Tumblr for the first time as a tween without knowing what depression was, you certainly weren't going to log off without learning. If you weren't a teenager on Tumblr in the early 2010s, it's difficult even to describe how insane the content was regarding depression and mental health issues. It was a nearly constant conversation, with Tumblr users sharing graphic details of their experiences with self-harm and suicide. Sure, these posts built a community in some aspects, but…

We're in this together

God. It has been a year. Or two. Or maybe even three. It feels as though I no longer have a grip on time. Perhaps it's because of the pandemic. Maybe it's because as you get older, time starts to move faster. But it could also be the crippling depression that makes a fog of the days, weeks, months and years. While the sunshine has slowly started to return to New York and peoples moods seem to be improving, I still can't help but feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I go about my day-…