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Friendly reminder to let yourself breathe. It’s going to be okay. No matter what the outcome is, it’s not worth sacrificing your mental health over.
Treating depression by telling someone to do more fun things is like showing a blind person art to help them see
People with anxiety don’t have a train of thought. We have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming.
Ha ha this make me laugh and sad
bnetlilith
This is so true I just want to cry.
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Every once in a while those trains crash and that’s called a panic attack.
carelesnes
i felt left out my whole life. i just wanted to be enough. smart enough. sick enough. good enough. evil enough. talented enough. tortured enough. kind enough. in pain enough. attractive enough. depressed enough. loved enough. manipulative enough. enough something, anything. i just wanted to belong, and i still don’t, and even if i do… it’s not enough. and even if i am going to be… it will not be enough.
“And I am starting to learn that when someone says ‘I want to die’ it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re holding a gun to their head, ready to jump from a forty story building or swallow the pills they’re hiding under the bed. ‘I want to die’ could be the same as ‘Look at me. I’m in so much pain. I’m failing my classes on purpose. It has been five days since I last took a shower and my breath smells like too much alcohol.’ ‘I want to die’ could be the very definition of ‘I don’t care about anything anymore, and I need someone to help me’ and of course you’d have to help them because they are tired of life or at the very least—send them to someone you know they can trust.”
— Juansen Dizon, Tired of Living
“Scars on your body show that you have lived; scars on your heart show that you have loved.”
— Nina Dul
my thoughts every time i talk or respond to someone: I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN I SWEAR
I saw a friend the other day, she says “i read your poems last night. I liked them a lot but i find them kinda dark. Are you ok? I’m worried.” And i smile and stare at her sincerly in the eyes and whisper “Don’t be scared when i write. Be scared when i stop.”
People with anxiety don’t have a train of thought. We have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming.
Life is awful and I want to curl up in a ball and die
If you think, “it could have been worse,” please remember that you didn’t deserve to be hurt at all. You didn’t deserve to be abused, even if it “could have been worse.”
Honestly, if you tell someone that you want to listen to them, that you want to hear about what’s making them sad, but cut them off and change the subject right away, fuck you.
I have been treated that way all my life. That’s one reason why I have trust issues. That’s why my walls are so high. That’s why I’m so messed up.
Don’t tell someone you want to hear about their darkness if you know you don’t plan to actually listen! I’m sick of trying to trust flakes and fakes. I’m too old to rebuild my trust after you tornado your way through my door.
