Sincerely

Cliche is my middle name.

[alettergoeshere]

Dear Jesus, I pray that I don't make it through the night. Amen.

[alettergoeshere]

Sometimes it's nice to just open that gates and let the flood in. Let it lick your toes and slowly hug your legs. Let it kiss your hips and make its way up to your shoulders. Then finally it will trickle into your mind and consume you entirely. It will grasp you tightly, whispering "don't leave me like everyone else has" and so you stay and shelter the water in your lungs and throat, shielding it from all the evil in the world.

[alettergoeshere]

The posts that say depression isn't just this or is more than this or isn't this. Maybe it is just this... For someone. Depression is a tailored made suit just for you. For you to wear around and if anyone tried it on themselves, even you're identical twin, it would be too big too small there cause it's different for everyone.

[thelittlestblessings]

[bornreadygeneration]

I lost my innocence very young and it had nothing to do with sex.

(via saranghve)

[alettergoeshere]

It's not a contest, I'm sad but someone is even sadder and after that sadder still. Depression is depression no matter what degree of the emotion you feel or how long you've felt this way or why you feel this way. Keep it to yourself or share it it's up to you. But don't for a second let someone degrade how you feel because it might not seem enough. Sad enough. Long enough. Reason enough. It is enough to be running through your mind. It is enough to consume even a little part of your energy. You can't win at something that was never a contest in the first place.

[psych-facts]

We all want progress, but if you’re on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road.

C.S. Lewis (via psych-facts)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going.

C. Joybell C. (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Right now I feel mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Maybe the problem with love these days is that someone says they love you, and you just wonder how long for.

J.L. Johnson (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[alettergoeshere]

The sting hits me even now and I feel... Alive.

[psych-facts]

Sometimes I think I’m better off alone. Then I think of all the nights I crave someone to hold.

               Savannah Black (via psych-facts)

[tiny-facts]

You can never win an argument with a negative person. They only hear what suits them and listen only to respond.

Michael P. Watson (via psych-facts)

[alettergoeshere]

Get up and get out, it's that simple and all it takes is you But that was when I was on the other side looking in When I knew how to tend my garden and keep the flowers nice But when did the weeds come? And when did I forget to care for my garden? Some time between talking to the crow and playing in the mud I forgot what I was supposed to be doing Maybe I didn't forget what to do but I forgot to care So I could get up and get out but that leaves you and no one wants to be the one to leave a mess.

[alettergoeshere]

It’s a fucking sickness that you’ve given to yourself You’ve weighed yourself down with this invisible burden that weighs a thousand pounds And you tell me you’re sorry and list all the reasons that dance in our mind But I know to throw caution to the wind, that the hurricane has only taken a nap, it will be back soon But while it’s gone I’ll rebuild and pretend that I don’t know what’s coming I’ll clean up and make everything pretty while the ache behind my eye tells me the inevitable I’ll sweep the shards and wipe away the shatters only to find come tomorrow that it’s all been fucked with Even if I hold on tight and shield it from the wind The storm will come and break it in my hands and leave me with bleeding palms Cause I know that even if I ask for help I’ve only brought it upon myself I know that I can move away and leave the cracks behind, but we know that takes what I lack So here I am between a rock and a hard place, bruised and cut and scared But I remind myself that you are far more black and blue than me, your cuts run deeper than mine and your scars have been there longer I lose.