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5tagewach · 8 months
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forever feeling nothing.
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auf-abstand · 4 months
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Wieso sind Menschen so undankbar?
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bleu-14 · 2 months
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Why does it have to be you, why!
Why did I have to fall for you when I can’t have you.
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saddie-but-a-baddiee · 3 months
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When will it be my turn for someone to look at me and be like damn I wish I was that lucky 😭😭😭
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xthanatophobiax · 1 year
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Help me find an answer.
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letskickrocks · 15 days
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You can compartmentalize your life all you want until all your compartments are full.
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prettygreenpills · 1 year
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hello! I have a request about the whole Malfoy family.
can you write something like Y/n is mentally I’ll, has depressions, etc and Narcissa knows and she is trying to help her?
thank you<3
Hello, yes of course! Here you go:)
characters: Narcissa Malfoy x daughter!reader
rundown: you spend a day with your family and then you close up, only your mother knowing what’s wrong
warnings: mentions of depression, mental illness, SH! TW!,
request status: opened
“Come on, we will go into that shop and then we go home," your mother said and you started walking by her side, letting your father join from the other side so he could hold her hand. You looked straight at the shop your mother showed you. It was a clothing shop. You took a deeper breath and closed your eyes as you realized what was her intention.
Walking with your mother in that direction, you didn´t even look around. You followed her into the shop. She held the doors open for you and you just stopped in front of the doors as she walked inside. She waited for you and held the doors open for you. Looking around in the shop with a really judging look, you took a first step inside and took a deep breath.
Your mother slowly walked over to a section of the shop where the dresses in her style were and you just kept walking around in the shop. You checked few pieces of clothes and then you tried to pretend that you were interested. But you weren´t. Your mother was.
As you looked over your shoulder, you found her behind you. Still watching the clothes. You just breathed out and then you did what your mother did. Trying to find some pieces of clothes.
“Have you chosen already?” You heard your mother from behind and you just turned to look at her. Your mother was checking out some pieces of clothing as well and when she looked at you with the same question in her eyes, you shook your head no.
Narcissa looked around in the shop and walked over to you slowly, trying to not bring any attention. When she reached you, she looked you into eyes and took a breath.
“Do you need any help?” She asked you really softly and you just shrugged. You didn’t know. Your mother put her hand on your shoulder and without doing anything she just waited. You closed your eyes realizing that if you would want some, you’d have to try them on. You just put it back and turned to face your mother without any words. “Y/n?”
“Mhm?” You asked her and your mother looked around. Then, she took your hand softly and nodded you to walk out of the shop. You took a deep breath and listened to your mother who was following you.
As you arrived outside, your mother walked to the part of the street where no one was. It didn’t seem to be some fancy street as the others. Then she stood closer to you and you couldn’t see the street anymore.
“It is getting bad again, isn’t it?” She asked you without putting a napkin in front of her mouth and you had to take some time to think about it. You knew it was getting bad again, for some reason you just couldn’t answer.
When your mother saw the nod of your head, she breathed out. When your eyes met, she nodded to your forearms and you shook your head.
“It’s nothing there,” you told her and pulled your sleeves up. When your mother saw that your arms were clean, she seemed to believe you.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable here?” She asked you simply and you nodded your head, letting her know that she guessed your feelings right. “Okay, we will go and find the boys and then we return home. We can make a hot chocolate,” she said and you nodded your head again, without any smile or something.
“Please don’t tell dad,” you said with worries in your voice and as you looked up at your mother, you saw sadness in her face. “Please.”
“I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to,” she promised and you took a deep breath. She wasn’t about to tell your father what meant Draco wasn’t about to know about your state.
You and your mother walked in the direction of the shop where your father and your brother were supposed to be. As you saw the blonde hair from the outside, you breathed out and looked at the ground. You saw your mother waving to your father and brother by the corner of your eye and then, few minutes later, a sound of the bell above the doors of the shop rang, signalizing that they walked outside of the shop.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked as they walked over to you and you refused to talk to him. Or them. You were playing with your hands in front of your body and for a reason you felt tears coming to the surface.
“Y/n is not feeling well,” your mother said and you swallowed hardly. As someone stepped to you from the other side, you realized it was your father. As you looked up at him, you gave him an apologetic look.
“We have everything what we needed. Draco, come,” your father said and put his hand on your shoulder. All of you were about to appearate and you squeezed your mothers hand, closing your eyes.
As you felt yourself and the rest of the family appearate in the gardens of the house, you didn’t open your eyes. You kept holding on your mother’s hand and you took a deep breath.
“Everything okay?” Your father asked and you looked at him. Draco was already walking into the house and you just nodded your head.
“Of course,” you said, trying to smile at him. Your father looked at your mother and she nodded her head as well. You squeezed your mothers hand as a thank you and when your father started walking away from both of you, you turned to your mum. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Y/n,” she said with a smile and when she saw you tearing up, she immediately hugged you. “Don’t cry darling. I will help you, okay?” She said softly and ran her hand on your back. “I will help you.”
“T-thank you mum,” you sobbed into her shoulder and tried to calm down already. You pulled away from your mother and wiped your tears off. She waited with you until you were ready to go inside and when you were, she slowly walked with you in the gardens, giving you the space you needed.
“If you’d ever like to talk, you know where you can find me,” your mother reminded you and you nodded you head. Both of you walked up the stairs which were leading to the front doors of the Manor and your mother let you go inside as the first. You walked in, took off your coat and boots and waited for your mother to do so.
“White or dark hot chocolate?”
“White,” you answered her and watched her smile. You forced yourself to smile back at her and then both of you walked inside of the kitchen where Dobby was.
“Hello Dobby. Can I ask you for one white hot chocolate and one dark? The white one with chocolate chips on the top please,” your mother asked him and the little creature nodded his head and disappeared immediately.
You looked at your mother and gifted her with a little smile. Then she opened her arms and you felt yourself falling into the hug which you needed.
“Thank you mum.”
“You are welcome love.”
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ysfapollo · 2 years
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It's My Fall,
By Moonassi
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littleblackkdress · 4 months
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filled the hole in my head with prescription medication and forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?
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plants-in-my-soul · 1 year
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Ich kämpfe im Moment sehr mit meinem Lebenswillen. Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass es so schlimm werden wird.
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crashpill · 4 months
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I hate my thoughts...
I've been having such bad thoughts since yesterday that I'm beating myself up...
Gaming or videos no longer distract me and I despair of myself. I don't know what to do...
I would really like to draw more again... but I just can't do it anymore... I hate it... my drawing tablet is garbage and I just hate all the drawings I try.
I want/could cry
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synth-etix · 2 years
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I never could talk about my deepest mental problems w someone when i was younger. And now i wanna talk about it but either the other person i wanna tell is too "normal" to understand what i mean or they dont rly listening to me bcs they dont take me serious… I rly hate hate my 20‘s till yet I hope for all the ppl out there who are suffering daily too that they will find someone who listen to them with all of their attention and heart<3
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auf-abstand · 1 year
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Egal wie lange… irgendwann kommt wieder der Moment in dem du rückfällig wirst
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xxmorbidpotatoxx · 1 year
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What happens when you tell your partner you're not happy because the way they carry themselves, the way they don't contribute to the relationship, they don't meet you half way and then you're told that you're the problem and that you're the one who is unhappy on your own accounts?
My feelings are valid and I feel like they are being ignored and placed in a box.
I feel like I'm stuck in the cycle of a constant battle. I have been working on the issues that they have brought to my attention but feel it isn't being met the same way.
Deeply needing help with anyone who is in a #polyamous relationship
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saddie-but-a-baddiee · 4 months
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What did I get for Christmas this year?
More anxiety and depression 🥰🥰🥰
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izziedizziepenguins · 6 months
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To the girl I fell in love with:
You know, that day that I saw you standing in the aisle of that mom and pop grocery store, head shaved, colored blue. I never did confront you for stealing my heart. I simply walked back in the next day to get your number because I had to talk to you again one on one.
The way Cupid shot my ass was unfair. It felt like he used the biggest arrows he has. Like the ones you use for rhinos or something. But it definitely hit its mark. Ever since then I can’t walk straight. I miss a step every time your voice hits the air. My heart twitches when my hand brushes against yours and behinds to play hopscotch in my chest.
The truth is, I’m not sure I was ever in love with somebody until the day i met you.
And on that day, I felt like our worlds collided into a beautiful kaleidoscope. Colors my colorblind ass never saw before. I had a bounce in every step. A spring in ever movement, and a song in every sentence that left my mouth. I admired the way you’d give the shirt off your back to others, they way you’d laugh high pitched like a chipmunk when you really, really found something funny.
The way the corners of your mouth curled into a smile. And those eyes, that could make any star or galaxy jealous. Like staring into th ocean or the darkness of space, I just want to get lost in your eyes with the curiosity of how I got here in front of you.
I still remembered when you told me, that I am not your wife. I am not your girl, the way a glass room would come falling down, shattering into pieces around me. Cutting me and scarring my body like it’s a cutting board in a fine dining kitchen. You see, this never was a love story.
This was never gonna be a happy ending. Only heartbreak and sorrow could fill my heart and make me feel something again. The cold, gripping my heart, numbing everything it touches. Now all I can think about is, who she is with? Who is holding her? Who is kissing her? who is rubbing her feet now? And how they don’t care if it’s perfect. They’re just using her. Just like how they used me. Now the view of your eyes makes my eyes water. The sound of your voice scratches the air like a record that’s been over. Your touch makes me shiver with anxiety.
How could something I loved so much, change me so much? I never knew a person could feel this much pain….
Now I lock myself in my room. I go to work and come home. When I do go out, I numb myself with anything I can find. Even if it takes the edge off. How could love hurt so much when we never even were together. I start looking for Cupid, to ask him to take his arrow back. That he made a mistake. That maybe he was just using me for target practice and how fucking irresponsible Cupid actually is. What a sick, twisted sense of humor he must have.
Now I just wish the pain would go away. I wish this on nobody. No enemy. No person that has a fully functioning heart. Because how dare I wish this fate on another. How could I wish this numbness on them? How could I doom them to the eternal abyss of despair that love is.
All I wanted was you. And you took it for granted. Used me. Then left me on the floor like a pair of dirty socks. Warm, but fading. Just fading.
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