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urfavcvntx · 3 months

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copingwithmemes · 10 months

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#memes #meme #anxiety memes #depression memes #ptsd memes #funny #humor #ptsd #trauma memes #trauma #lol #depession #sad memes #anxiety #relatable memes #lonely #loneliness

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xxorelxx · 19 days

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I have something to say to all these 'kids'

Listening to Lana Del Rey doesn't make you depressed.

😶

#lana del rey #depession #kids #annoying #cringe

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alienspac3 · 1 year

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Hello guys.

I'm Spacy. I'm 23 years old. I live in Germany. I want to create the blog to post pictures and videos of myself that Instagram and my environment should not be aware of directly. I want to let out the other side that's slumbering inside me. I'm going to be more open-minded here. I'll tell you about my party nights. What guys I have in bed or what drugs I've been using lately. I'll take you with me. No matter what happens, you'll know everything.

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iesuroo · 3 days

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I'm on a mission to get out of my depression funk. I'm drinking coffee for the first time in 6 months and put my supplement powders in it. Also took all the supplements I'm supposed to (I dont eat enough when depressed to get like anything I need and I need a push right now) I'm hydrating with my electrolytes too. I'm hoping I get hit with energy and a will to clean so I can clean my room and have a nice safe clean space to zone out and draw. But to clean my room means putting away clean clothes. There are more clean clothes than dirty and all the baskets have clean clothes in them.

If you guys have any depression hacks or tips of crawling out of the void please let me know l, I just want to enjoy life again.

#depession #personal #i just want to be the best me #but my brain is screaming

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hxmx95 · 7 months

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All I can think about rn.

I'm ready to be done with this bs.

#anxeity #sad thoughts #dark thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw self destruction #sad quotes #depession #tw self destructive thoughts #tw self destructive behavior #tw sui ideation

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t0mb0i · 2 months

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#meme #depession

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estas-letras · 2 years

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Mi vida ha cambiado en estos últimos años, me volví una drogadicta y saben fue la mejor sensación me hizo inhibir cada sentimiento, me volví fría y si algo me dolia me volvía a refugiar en las drogas, me daba cuenta que la droga me devolvía la vida, me volví solitaria, empatica, una persona que solo se veía una y mil veces sin saber que eso que le daba vida también se la estaba quitando, una vez decidí alejarme de mi adicción mi vida tal vez cambió, mi alrededor andaba bien pero cuando volví a sentir, volví a sufrir de nuevo llegaba ese vacío que tanto odiaba, esa parte en la cual seas bueno o malo nadie lo va a volarar, entonces porque pensar en los demás, porque awuebo querer hacer feliz a los demás cuando solo me consumía, cuando mi mundo,mi felicidad y paz la había tenido solo con las drogas, entonces recai de nuevo porque se que la metanfetamina me hizo encontrarme a mi y saber que en esta vida solos estamos, solos nos moriremos y si voy a morir, quiero morirne haciendo lo que más amo DROGANDOME.

#drogarme #spotify #notas de amor #me duele #perderte #me voy #cristal #infiel #depession #novios #drogas #criko #adicción #cigarrito #notas de vida #textos en tumblr

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undecidedavenger · 4 months

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I’m not that convenient friend anymore. If you can’t be there for me don’t expect me to bend backwards for you. Feelings get hurt, and I’m tired of it always being mine.

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the-archenlandian-court · 1 month

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Autism diagnosis:

“Here’s a 50 page document outlining all your symptoms based on the results of a rigorous test, sighted and signed by 3 other doctors, and includes a management plan for your doctors and other medical professionals”

Any other diagnosis:

“Oh, yeah, you have this thing”

“Can I have some documentation for that?”

“I’ll put a footnote in your file”

“And treatment?”

“Here’s some meds, and a referral to a specialist who probably can’t help you. Otherwise, look it up on google 🤷”

#my autism diagnosis was hard to get #but at least I have proof #the rest of my stuff were verbal diagnoses #autism #actually autistic #asd #adhd #actually adhd #chronic illness #chronic pain #disabled #disability #me/cfs #diagnosis #doctors #anxiety #depession

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iamterra · 2 months

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Umbra's Personal Violin

It’s another dark episode for the Nightmare. His world, to him, is all black and white. His own reflection is empty. Devoid of color. If anything, he sees himself as black as ink. Perhaps as spilt too.

He’s leaking mentally. He can’t seem to focus and it feels suffocating. As if standing in the middle of a burning room. Mind foggy with the smoke and choking out all sensibility. He could scream but he knew it would all be in vain. It wouldn’t even grant him any remote sense of relief to get some of the pent up emotions out.

So he pulls out a knife instead. The tip of the blade grazed his milky flesh, cutting a clean line that soon bubbles up with dark liquid. It should hurt but his mind is in such disarray he can’t seem to feel anything. Perhaps that makes these types of mood swings more dangerous.

He is willing to end it all. Hell, he wants to. Tragically, he is unable. Instead he run the blade horizontally. Carving under the flesh and pulling it back. In such a simple motion, he exposes his tendons in a way surgeons would be envious of.

He isn’t thinking clearly. Not in the ;east bit but it wouldn’t matter to him even if he could. He is beyond reason in this state of madness. He just wants to feel something. Anything. Pain would be a welcome treat when his mind is so alive with flame that all rationality is burning.

He needs help. But to ask for it is something he can and will not do. He wants to suffer in a way because socity has told him for so long that he deserves it. While he would norally decline that and fight it, well, when someone claims something for so long, one can not help but question it. Maybe, just maybe, they are right. Perhaps not in the way they think but in another.

He is far from a decent person. He knows it. He always played his cards in such a way to be the monster and try to gain the upper hand but right now, all he sees is blood of the enemy. His own.

Carving higher, the Nightmare frees more flesh from his forearm. Letting it hang to one side and off in a bloody strip only to stare at his work.

It’s simple. It is just a large rectangle that is barely hanging on by a thread on one end. Knowing he can finish it cleanly, Umbra instead drops the knife to opt for ripping the last strands off to toss the flesh off in the same direction of the offensive blade.

With a sharp inhale, he then gets a spectacular idea. Something that would never work in the world of the awaken but in his, he knows how to manipulate it and make the impossible possible. Umbra moves to find his violin bow and grabs it in his off hand. A soft sob held back in a chicking sob as he raised it up and rested it on his other arm.

He pauses only for a moment in thought.

Nobody is around to stop him. Even if they were, would they care he is tearing himself apart?

The answer is unknown.

So he draws his bow along his arm. A low and mournful sound emitting from his tendons. He speaks in a tune of misery that resonates with his soul. It is beautiful- if only because he understands it so deeply. The wretched sound of misery begging for just a tiny glimpse of hope.

He moved his arm further away from himself as if it were holding a violin. The bow running along his tendons, pulling out inhuman sounds that just resonated absolute tragedy to anyone who could hear it. A melody that anyone who has experienced loss could recognize and begin to feel their own eyes mist up with tears.

It isn’t painless. The bow is lacerating his muscles the more he plays on but he can not seem to help himself. He needs this outlet. Even if it is spilling more blood down his arms and across his bow.

The haunting music of his very being seems to flow freely now as he goes on. Echoing through the castle. It is bitter sweet but mostly bitter as it knows there is no true end to this god awful tale.

His jaw is clenched tightly as tears well up in the corner of his eyes. It’s not from the physical pain so much as the emotional. He can’t stop and yet the tears refuse to fall and grant him any proper relief.

This goes on for some time. The castle is alive while the inhabitant feels anything but.

Eventually he slows down. The final draw of his bow lowering with one last miserable note that fades into the otherwise still air.

He feels alone. Perhaps he is alone in his suffering. He surely thinks so even if he knows from lessons he bestows onto others that tell otherwise.

“...Again,” he whispers. After all, he knows his life is doomed to be a repeating disaster. What is one more encore of a tragic tale that nobody will ever care to hear?

So he raises his bow and draws it over his wrists again. Fingers moving to play the various notes his soul wishes to pour out.

Just one last song.

#Umbra #Overwatch #Junkenstein #My Junkenstein OC #Nobody is gonna read this lol #This is just when he gets beyond sad he vents and created a new way to play the “violin”#Depession #Self harm #Mutilation

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drown-2000 · 2 months

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How come I gotta save everyone...but no one saves me? 😢

#2am thoughts #writers on tumblr #ptsd #quotes #relationships #mental illness #dark #self h@rm #tw #depession #sad quotes

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novrizha · 3 months

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i don't mean to pressure