Shout out to anyone who’s struggling with their mental health and doesn’t think they can live like this for much longer; if you’re reading this, please stay alive, you’re still here and you’re so strong and i’m proud of you.
wordsnquotes
She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.
Nathan Filer, The Shock of the Fall (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
When you feel caught in the web of childhood abuse, find words to describe it. Write them. Say them. Express them. In safe places, with safe people.
Jeanne McElvaney, Childhood Abuse: Tips to Change Child Abuse Effects (via sheisrecovering)
Source: sheisrecovering
seaptsd-moved
Someone: don’t you miss being younger and having no worries and responsibilities :’)
Me, lugging my childhood trauma behind me in a garbage bag: Can’t relate
i like to pretend i don’t give a fuck but honestly i don’t think i’ve ever not given a fuck in my whole life
Listen closely when somebody tells you their feelings; are they trying to convince you, or rather themselves?
s3r4t0nin (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers
You think you want to die, but you really want to be saved.
livewireonfire (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wnq-writers
Sometimes you have to let go of what’s holding you back, even if it hurts.
(via words-of-emotion)
(via words-of-emotion)
wordsnquotes
It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?
Sara Shepard, The Visibles (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
wordsnquotes
A good mixture of nothing and everything is eating up my head alive.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
one of the most toxic things i’ve ever done is ignore the bad in someone because i love them
You say this is amazing.
It does not feel amazing, spectacular, or any other words you get
on a sticker the teacher puts on your first grade report card.
This feel distinctly like do or die.
Like a trapped animal deciding to eat her leg off
in order to escape.
But I could never quite do it.
I was never completely free.
You say this is amazing.
It does not feel like it.
It feels like a scared little girl who keeps
old pill bottles in her dresser
just in case.
Who still seeks security and approval
from those whose opinions matter the least.
It feels like I am a fugitive
running from myself.
Michelle K., When My Therapist Calls My Recovery ‘Amazing.’ (via lavatu)
wordsnquotes
Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.
Source: wordsnquotes.com
RELAPSE
Sometimes, I miss being sick.
The grimiest part of me wishes I stayed
in that familiar city of grey and mental illness
and whatever the opposite of healing is,
where there was nothing to laugh about
but plenty to write about.
I have considered myself to be recovered
from my eating disorder for three years,
but I still write about it in present tense.
But for once, I don’t want to write about this.
For the first time, I am embarrassed instead of proud
of all the mad things I have done for happiness.
When a friend at dinner makes a casual comment on calories,
the scoreboard in my head illuminates with numbers again.
Once, I cut a ribbon the size I wanted to be
and wore it around my waist like a bracelet.
Bathroom scales make me feel nostalgic.
Like a scrapbook, I flip through snapshots of my sickness;
the suppers of tobacco smoke and red lipstick.
How I used to pack my lunch box
with floss and teeth whitening strips.
Last night, I painted my nails when I was hungry.
I can’t eat until the polish is dry.
I don’t know how to talk about the rabbit hole
without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it.
I don’t want to go into more detail because what if
you mistake this poem for an instruction manual?
RELAPSE, by Blythe Baird. (via blythebrooklyn)
It blows my mind that most people don’t have to worry about taking medication everyday.