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Some days it’s like “hmmmm what’s the purpose of all this” Then it becomes night time and I’m watching h3 podcast on YouTube, eating my dinner and laughing and it feels a little better
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getvalentined · 2 months
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Imagine writing an open letter calling someone you abused a liar and talking about how hard your life was during the period of time you were abusing them without ever actually saying you abused them.
Now imagine being the person who was abused, and seeing people you like and respect give that open letter a like.
(It's me, I'm the person who was abused, today fucking sucks.)
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"Until one day, it's simply part of you in a way that feels okay".
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formerly-feminish · 4 months
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It's important to check in with yourself, and recognize your habits:
You aren't alone <333
I have felt all of these too, otherwise I wouldn't have thought to write them out for you to hopefully recognize and start taking care of yourself again too. It's never too late. you deserve it. If you don't think so, I'm here to assure you that you do. <333
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lonelyshark · 2 years
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wanna feel something other than fucking broken </3
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quickteleport · 2 years
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been sleeping ten hours. barely been able to eat. the depression wave is about to crash down on my head once again. it’s like the endless waves on a beach, they just keep crashing down on me in even, neverending intervals. as soon as my head is above water, it gets pushed back under again and the cycle repeats
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imokayareyouokay · 2 years
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it could be the period talking, but these antidepressants ain’t hitting, what’s the point of life, lowkey wanna die
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Me Against The World
as a kid ive always felt detached from the world. because I could never grasp society and the means to being a regular kid. living without both of my birth parents and being raised by someone who always abused their authority and made me feel worthless. it made me feel like I wasn’t anything to anyone. and because of that i’ve grown to become depressed. I just wanted to be loved. But, no one showed me what love truly was. so I was always distant from everyone.
I didn’t have as many friends in middle school or highschool. because everyone was doing what others were doing. I wasn’t interested in what others were doing. because what society was teaching us to become wasn’t anyuthing good anyway. growing up my parent always told me things like ‘you’re going to be homeless” or “I was never going to make it in life” they didn’t understand that I was a kid suffering from a mental disorder who couldn’t do things as easily as others because of this. because my parent invalidated my feelings it made me want to rebel. I know it was’nt right but, it was the only way i was able to cooperate with such anger I had towards everybody. 
my mom abandoned me, my dad didnt want anything to do with me. my mother went so far as for replacing me with another child who is now to be my half-sister. and that sister right now doesn’t clean up after herself her parent doesn’t even teach her how to clean and lets her disrespect other people. to this day i’m still struggling with depression. sometimes I want to runaway. for the past couple of months i’ve been contemplating what to do with my life. i’m in the beginning of my adult life and I don’t want to end up like everyone else. being apart of the regular society is not something im interested in. so I’m hoping that no matter what i’m able to lead in a life thats filled with adventure and love. 
even if its just me against the world.
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melyluna07 · 2 months
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Depression Diaries - 2
After a long hiatus, I’ve returned here once again. I’ve come to tell my story once more. Actually, I don’t enjoy describing myself, or at least writing directly about what I feel. Most of the time, I try to narrate my feelings and experiences through third persons, distancing myself from them with some metaphors. In short, I avoid using the first person. However, I’ve noticed that as I do this,…
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ilovethebittertaste · 2 months
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when someone weighs the same as me but they’re skinnier
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Best part about not knowing anyone here is I can talk about how depressed and miserable i am. And it doesn’t feel like a cry for help. Just me sharing something. Also did you ever think about how the smallest shit (small in the grand scheme of things) can spiral you into pits of abysmal despair?
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getvalentined · 3 months
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One of my favorite artists in the entire fandom blocked me on twitter today for reasons completely unknown, and I'm super upset about it.
We've spoken like twice (they're Korean, and while their English is good I don't like forcing people out of their native language just to see me say something is pretty), both years ago and simply a case of me complimenting their work. They've never followed me or interacted with my work, this was never a matter of mutual interaction. I really love their work, and I have huge respect for them as an artist.
I have no idea what I did wrong, but it's a pretty shitty way to start my fourth day off ADHD meds.
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formerly-feminish · 7 months
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Today I'm moving forward an inch...
... but it's an inch further than I was yesterday. And I have to keep telling myself that. I have let myself get in a bad situation by not addressing some hard financial (turning legal) problems, and I have felt cornered, paralyzed; I stopped opening my mail out of fear, ignoring things that I shouldn't have because I was scared and felt helpless. I still feel helpless, but I know that doing nothing has only made things worse for me, and if I wait longer, I will make things that much more worse. This is a type of self care that is not often talked about.
Honestly, it's probably not talked about often because it doesn't get clicks, it's not "sexy" or fun, and it fucking hurts. It has to be done though - it's practical self care. I am moving forward slowly but I am moving forward. I am still scared and feel helpless. I hate the feeling so much, but that's being an adult. You (I) can't run from that.
Some rawness and realness for the day. Maybe someone is in a similar spot and needed to hear they aren't alone. I've felt so isolated and weighed down; I don't want you to feel that way. Not all self care is glamorous. Not all self care is pretty.
Sending you all the love and support you're needing today. <3
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llsadgirl · 5 months
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-from Pinterest
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