If you don’t understand mental illness you really shouldn’t comment on it.
Suicidality Or Suicidal Thoughts
Schizophrenia Or Psychosis
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Mental illnesses also are important
Reblog if you support people with mental illness
2 years ago at the hospital VS. TODAY! Is that seriously the same arm?! Today has been an emotional and beyond happy day for me :)
Not wanting to let go of my unhealthy coping mechanisms
Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flushes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.
It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.
Hi friends :) If you’re willing, I could really use your help with something.
I need YOUR opinion on suicide, self-harm, mental disorders, etc. You could give me anything from one word to multiple paragraphs. You may also leave an anonymous message if you’d like. Everything helps.
And if you don’t want to participate, I’d really appreciate it if you’d reblog this so other people see it.
This is very important.
"Don’t let your story end"
For anyone going through a mental illness, just know you are important and matter so much to me. Without the help of all my followers I don’t know if I’d be here. I’ve met so many beautiful people from this website and I’m glad to have met them all. Stay strong Lovelies. I love you all. xoxo
Depression is when you’re surrounded by people who love you, but you don’t feel loved; not because their affection isn’t good enough (it’s actually the thing you treasure most) but because sadness is the base state of your psyche, and in that place you don’t know how to be any way else.
- Me: Wow I feel really anxious today
- Me: *thinks about everything that makes me anxious*
- Me: *makes up ridiculous situations that will never happen surrounding what makes me anxious*
- Me: *eats a shit ton of junk food*
- Me: * drinks a lake michigan's worth of caffine*
- Me: My anxiety is really getting out of control. I wonder why!
Not being able to get up to clean your room.
Not answering your phone when people try to find you, because you don’t want to have to come out.
The voice in your head that says, “I’ll never be good enough for them” about a crush, even when you know that certain somebody likes you back a lot, or maybe even loves you.
Having to go back home part-way through your plans with someone because you feel so consumed with your own emotions that you physically cannot be anywhere but your bed.
When you can go for days without leaving the confines of those few steps between kitchen and bedroom.
Feeling like you’re falling apart and being unable to ask for help.
Missing an appointment and being unable to schedule another one out of fear that the person you had an appointment with hates you for being a no-show.
Loving school and learning, but being unable to pull yourself out from underneath your covers, and hating yourself every day for it.
Wanting to tell the people around you what’s going on, but knowing the stigma around what you’re feeling will give them that hushed tone as they say, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Sleeping for as long as you can, and as many days as you can, because you don’t want to face the world.
Sleeping as little as you can and staying awake constantly to the point of sleep deprivation so that you’re no longer able to think, which is consequently the easiest way to kill your thoughts completely.
Binge eating when you’re sad.
Starving yourself when you’re stressed out.
Being unable to move from your bed to do a simple task like brushing your teeth.
Crying for days on end.
Not crying for months and months, suddenly having a one minute breakdown because of something someone said, and then going back to not crying.
Overanalyzing every last thing someone says or texts to you, to the point of feeling crazy.
Asking someone if you’re crazy, and then immediately wanting to take it back because you feel so self-analyzing and what you said must have just made them think you were being anxious and stupid.
Thinking you’re strong for constantly staying quiet about your problems.
Realizing later that strength is being able to be open about your problems.
The black shadow in my life is always there, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to or acknowledge it. The black shadow is just that: a shadow, and the sunlight will stream through again soon enough, if only I remember to open the window.