I want to live, but I don't see the point in it. The happy moments are incredibly brief. Meanwhile, the all-consuming sadness, disappointment, emptiness, fear, seems almost constant.
why have I said this nearly word for word so many times
I always thought those "dear person behind me, your life is worth living" hoodies were a little corny... until the person in front of me had one on when I needed a sign. Now I gotta get me one. God can use anything, man.
Remember to tell your loved ones that they're worth something today 🖤🖤🖤
Hey, guys. I don't usually post anything about my personal life on this page, and if I do it's usually vague, but I'm curious to get some thought, and maybe support, from the community during this next stage of my life.
I've battled with fairly major mental illness for at least half of my life but never had the option to attempt recovery or even address the issue in general. However, recently I have all but lost my ability to function and there seems to be no other option left but to seek help. I'll be having my first ever therapy session this month, and to be honest, I don't think I've even fully comprehended that yet. Feels like I have years worth of secrets, symptoms and stories to unbury from the depths of suppressed memory...
Does anyone have any advice, tips or thoughts on beginning therapy? Where to start? What to avoid? How to go about opening up? Good therapists versus bad therapists? I'll take anything you guys got.
Thanks 🖤🖤🖤
Shout out to all the people whose friends have made them feel guilty for being themselves. Shout out to all the people who have no support. To all the people doing it alone, outcasted, misfitted where you should belong, surrounded by hate. You guys are troopers. You're doing amazing. And if no one else is, I'm proud of you🖤
Doll. a vent mini comic.
cw/tw: blood/death/minor derealization
friendly reminders:
Remember lost loved ones however you like and don't let anyone make you feel guilty for not being over it, even if they passed twenty years ago and you still cry on the anniversary. Grieve freely. Honor the dead.
Started watching Bungo Stray Dogs, and I can't decide if this Dazai guy is a despicable defamation of all mental health struggles and disordered thinking or if he's the best thing I've ever seen. Weebs, give me your thoughts, cause I'm at a loss for everything.
Take time to tell your friends how you feel about them. Do it often. Do it in detail. Be descriptive about it. Whether they're mentally ill, neurospicy or totally stable, everyone needs to know they're loved and appreciated.
There's people in this world going years wondering what they actually mean to those around them, only to come to the horrifying conclusion that they mean nothing at all.
Let everyone you love know you love them today 🖤🖤🖤
