In case you aren't hip and down with the times, I am going to preface this by saying that I have recently won a sweepstakes by the wonderful IMAX Twitter page and am now in possession of a very special movie poster.
It is a Guardians of the Galaxy movie poster and it is signed by the cast and the director.
Now, as I have always been taught that I must share with those less fortunate than myself, I have decided to enact a system allowing others to also observe my poster in its natural habitat.
Here is the pricing information on the Five Senses Poster Experience:
To See The Poster: An exciting roller coaster for your visual orbs! $5.
To Hear The Poster: If you listen closely, you can hear the whispers of pure awesomeness. Includes the rewards of the previous tier. $10
To Touch The Poster: Some say it just feels like a normal poster. Find out if it's true. Includes the rewards of the previous tier. $25
To Sniff The Poster: It smells like the blood of the vanquished. And pina coladas. $40
To Lick The Poster: You may not lick the poster. Why are you even asking to lick the poster. What kind of sick person are you.
Please schedule your Five Senses Poster Experience at least two weeks ahead of schedule.
Thank you for visiting Kylie Industries where we do everything we can to remind you how incredible I am. We value your money.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Real Talk: Depression
There are moments when the entire world comes together in mourning, even if it's over something relatively inconsequential. It may not be a war or a nuclear disaster, but so many lives feel the bitter sting of loss.
Earlier today, Robin Williams died. Since the cause of death was ruled to be asphyxiation and he was battling with severe depression, it has been speculated that he committed suicide.
Every single social media site is ringing with the news. Facebook. Twitter. Tumblr. You name it, people are talking about him. Everyone is shocked and heartbroken. Robin Williams is loved by everyone. He made us laugh, he made us cry, and he even made us want to do and be better, all by pretending to be somebody else. And it's horrible to find out that he was fighting an unseen battle, and even worse to hear that he lost.
To anyone who says depression isn't a battle, you are wrong. I hate to be the person who breaks it to you, but the fact remains that you are tragically wrong. I've experienced a week of mild depression before, and I cannot fathom how to explain the depths of my hopelessness in that week. Nothing I heard could fix what I felt was broken. I couldn't "just shake it off." I could pretend for maybe an hour that nothing was wrong, but the thoughts and feelings always returned. They told me that I wasn't good enough. They told me that I was wasting my time. They told me that I didn't deserve to be happy. But here's the thing about depression: it's a compulsive liar. Nothing it tells you is real. Nothing. It preys on everything good inside you and screams so loud it drowns out the truth.
I know lots of people with depression. It isn't an uncommon thing. But it's just as much of a fight as any other disease. You can't always see depression. The signs are behavioral, for the most part. But that doesn't mean that it isn't real, or that it isn't there. It's easy to believe that someone was mauled by a tiger if they're missing their limbs and half their face. Although it sounds ridiculous, you can see it, so you believe it. Depression is silent to everyone but the person it is attacking. And that makes it worse, sometimes. People with depression don't have the luxury of looking in the mirror every morning and thinking "Hey, reflection. What's up?" What they receive instead is an avalanche of negativity from their depression. It is all lies, but sometimes it's too hard to pull up your gaze and tell yourself for even two seconds that none of it is real. I know this analogy is a little silly, but depression is like that Twilight Zone episode where William Shatner can see the gremlin on the airplane wing, but nobody else can. He's scared, he's screaming for help, and all the other passengers just mock him while the plane is flying further and further towards the end. The danger is real. It's very real. But it's so much harder to believe when you can't see.
Now, I want to remind everyone that you are loved. You are so ridiculously loved. You have parents, you have friends, and, most importantly, you have a Savior and a Heavenly Father. You are cared for. You have more worth than you can ever comprehend. And above all, please remember that this is not a lie. This is the truth. You are loved. If you're struggling with depression, then please talk to someone. Anyone. Let them know how much you're hurting. If you only ever listen to one piece of advice I give, let it be this. Talk to someone. Get help. Open yourself up to receive help and love from people who will never lie to you. And if you don't have depression, then please resolve to be a comfort to those who do. Learn how to be that support, learn how to be that person who can help push away the lies, even if it's only for a moment.
Elder Jeffrey R Holland said it best, so I'll let him close out this blog post.
~Kylie
Earlier today, Robin Williams died. Since the cause of death was ruled to be asphyxiation and he was battling with severe depression, it has been speculated that he committed suicide.
Every single social media site is ringing with the news. Facebook. Twitter. Tumblr. You name it, people are talking about him. Everyone is shocked and heartbroken. Robin Williams is loved by everyone. He made us laugh, he made us cry, and he even made us want to do and be better, all by pretending to be somebody else. And it's horrible to find out that he was fighting an unseen battle, and even worse to hear that he lost.
To anyone who says depression isn't a battle, you are wrong. I hate to be the person who breaks it to you, but the fact remains that you are tragically wrong. I've experienced a week of mild depression before, and I cannot fathom how to explain the depths of my hopelessness in that week. Nothing I heard could fix what I felt was broken. I couldn't "just shake it off." I could pretend for maybe an hour that nothing was wrong, but the thoughts and feelings always returned. They told me that I wasn't good enough. They told me that I was wasting my time. They told me that I didn't deserve to be happy. But here's the thing about depression: it's a compulsive liar. Nothing it tells you is real. Nothing. It preys on everything good inside you and screams so loud it drowns out the truth.
I know lots of people with depression. It isn't an uncommon thing. But it's just as much of a fight as any other disease. You can't always see depression. The signs are behavioral, for the most part. But that doesn't mean that it isn't real, or that it isn't there. It's easy to believe that someone was mauled by a tiger if they're missing their limbs and half their face. Although it sounds ridiculous, you can see it, so you believe it. Depression is silent to everyone but the person it is attacking. And that makes it worse, sometimes. People with depression don't have the luxury of looking in the mirror every morning and thinking "Hey, reflection. What's up?" What they receive instead is an avalanche of negativity from their depression. It is all lies, but sometimes it's too hard to pull up your gaze and tell yourself for even two seconds that none of it is real. I know this analogy is a little silly, but depression is like that Twilight Zone episode where William Shatner can see the gremlin on the airplane wing, but nobody else can. He's scared, he's screaming for help, and all the other passengers just mock him while the plane is flying further and further towards the end. The danger is real. It's very real. But it's so much harder to believe when you can't see.
Now, I want to remind everyone that you are loved. You are so ridiculously loved. You have parents, you have friends, and, most importantly, you have a Savior and a Heavenly Father. You are cared for. You have more worth than you can ever comprehend. And above all, please remember that this is not a lie. This is the truth. You are loved. If you're struggling with depression, then please talk to someone. Anyone. Let them know how much you're hurting. If you only ever listen to one piece of advice I give, let it be this. Talk to someone. Get help. Open yourself up to receive help and love from people who will never lie to you. And if you don't have depression, then please resolve to be a comfort to those who do. Learn how to be that support, learn how to be that person who can help push away the lies, even if it's only for a moment.
Elder Jeffrey R Holland said it best, so I'll let him close out this blog post.
~Kylie
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