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itsjustrhi · 2 years
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Things change and people hurt you and life doesn’t stop for anybody
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itsjustrhi · 2 years
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The thing about depression is that it doesn’t take breaks. It doesn’t “take time off”. It doesn’t “save it for later”. It doesn’t just fuck you up in those times when you can actually take it and be okay. It fucks you up regardless as to whether you’re ready. It’s like that “ton of bricks” that hit you, or whatever that dumbass saying is. It doesn’t care about your cries. It doesn’t care about your insecurities. It doesn’t cut you slack. It doesn’t care how low you feel. It’s there. Your body, your mind, your soul, your mentality, your entire being, YOU YOURSELF are all you have sometimes. We all have to be our own hero and depression does not have a care in the world about any of that. And the saddest part is, none of us ask for it. You wake up one day and it’s there. You’re just sad. You feel broken and alone, and you try to analyze it yourself and the first descriptive word you can come up with is... empty. And you want to tell someone or write it down, but the page and your thoughts just stay... empty. And you couldn’t describe it any better. #checkonyourfriends #checkonyourfamily #letthemknowtheyareloved
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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Life is hard, but nobody told us it’d be this hard. Check on your loved ones. Even the biggest smile can be full of the darkest sadness.
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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Whatever you choose to do with your life, do that. But first, make sure it’s something that brings you happiness.
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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Surround me with a field of sunflowers. Give me a head start into the path of yellow and forever. But don’t chase me, I’d rather disappear into the beauty. -Rhiannon Easterling
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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Sometimes I don’t want to be Rhi anymore and that’s kinda sad.
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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So.. hey. 🖐🏼 I’m Rhiannon, but you can call me Rhi. And long story short, I want to make this my diary. Somewhere no one knows me and I can be myself. A “safe place”... A “safe place” page you can come to if you ever need a reminder that you are not alone. And I may write about some sad shit, but I always remember to include the part where I let you know that you are loved. And you are important. We have to stop being so hard on ourselves. I’m trying to heal. Let’s heal together. 💛
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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A blank piece of paper looks like an endless shade of disappearing nothings. That’s what things turn into when they disappear; nothing. Sometimes I want to jump into that endless shade of nothing.
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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Do you ever get tired? Not in the “I could sleep for days” tired, but the “I’m tired of being me” tired. But I guess feeling that way would make you want to sleep for days, so same-same. I’m tired. I’m tired of being Rhi. And that’s sad. Looking in the mirror and instantly turning away after a couple seconds due to not liking what I see. And this isn’t a pitty party. No.. this is real. This post is for everyone that wakes up wishing you weren’t who you are. In better words, this post is for everyone who hates themselves. I’ve come to realize we are OUR OWN WORST ENEMY. We always believe we could have done something different, or even better. We take the criticism and the judgement of others to heart, and if it’s said enough.. we even start to believe it. I’ve always been picked on for being skinny. With a high metabolism, I damn sure eat but it doesn’t stick. I know the phrase “picked on” sounds like a kindergarten term for it, but it’s the truth. It does not matter how old you get, people will pick on you and make means comments , and over all; make you feel like you are less of the person you really are and were born to be. And that, within itself, is sad. I try not to take certain comments or opinions to heart, but if you hear it enough, you really do start to believe they are right. You don’t take into consideration that they could be wrong, because you’ve doubted yourself for so long. You begin believing that you aren’t important to the world anymore. And out of all of the saddest things in the world... I believe that feeling is one of them. I have cried myself to sleep more nights than I will ever be able to count, I’ve changed as a person and sometimes not for the best, I’ve put blades to my arms, I’ve been suicidal and have attempted more than once until I think about my mom, and how much it would hurt her. I’m going a little off topic with this, but when you feel like you’ve hit the bottom and you do contemplate suicide, one of the first things you should consider is whose heart you’d shatter to pieces. Suicide doesn’t end your pain.. it passes it to someone else. I know how hard it is to see through the darkness. But without the darkness, there couldn’t be light.
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itsjustrhi · 3 years
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I’m gonna start off by saying I’ve never had a blog. I’ve never fallen to pieces in writing unless it’s on paper. I once read a quote on my Pinterest feed by one of the most amazing writers and novelists, Ernest Hemingway, that said “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” So that’s what I continued to do. I started writing at a young age and even today I can still have a piece of paper sitting in front of me and feel so empty that even if I could describe it, I still wouldn’t know what to write. People feel empty, the amount of love for yourself is empty, and sometimes the page will stay empty and you couldn’t describe it any better.
Now, I’m going to blog about it. And I’m going to let go of things I don’t belong to anymore.
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