Maggie’s Not Here

Maggie 🌸|| 23 | smol Boopblazer and a cookie monster | lot of issues | pure soul | fangirl, gamer, bookworm, a big mess hidden in a hay pile |

[charlie-just-got-us-rescued]

REBLOG IF YOU STILL LOVE LOST

Just to see how many LOSTie we are.

[another-weird-one]

How do you know you have social anxiety and you’re not just weirdly shy potato?

[mutualize]

Don't kill yourself, please.

[mutualize]

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

[artistic-rising-demon-deactivat]

You just saved mine.

[another-weird-one]

Being alone sucks

You have no one to talk to when you need it

Because no one really cares

[another-weird-one]

My mental ward experience, what to pack and how does it look like?

Four weeks ago, I came back from a hospital where I was over a month. Before I went there, I was horribly, horribly scared of what's going to happen to me, I was scared of people in there, I was scared of me being in there, I was scared of the building and doctors and practically everything and everyone. I didn't know how is going to be in there like. I didn't know a thing. I googled and did a research on Psychiatric Hospitals in my country but no one seemed to share with their experience. Don’t get me wrong, I understand why but on the other hand... if I could read about someone being in there, I’d be probably much more comfortable and not so scared. So that’s why I decided to write this. It’s for people who might go in there. It’s from a girl who was in there. So make a cup of tea, throw a blanket over your back (If it’s not 150°C) and enjoy my story.

Guys, I decided to write this for anyone who needs it. I’m a newbie blogger, so if you’d be interested in more posts on weird stuff, make sure to save this page. Thank you, stay strong and stay alive.

[another-weird-one]

Am I skinny yet?

[another-weird-one]

Am I the only one who feels weak when come across a post about a suicide attempt? It's like

Fuck this, I can't do anything right, not even try to kill myself? I wish i could be as brave as the person

[zombieluka]

Tips for Cleaning Cuts and Lessen Scarring

These tips I’m sharing I’ve come up with to help the clean up and lessen scarring. I hope I can help someone with these because I know I hate scarring. The second part is added because I’m terrified of hospitals and wrote down what I did for a gruesome cut on my thigh.

1: Clean the cuts as soon as possible. Use soap and water to get all the blood that’s drying or been dried on your skin. You might have to pick a little if it’s starting to scab, just don’t do it too hard.

2: Apply petroleum jelly on the cuts. Then place a bandaid over top. If it’s a large area that’s mutilated, get rolled gauze from a drugstore or walmart. It’s fairly cheap. Use medical tape to hold the gauze together.

3: Take the bandaid/bandages off daily. Reapply the petroleum jelly as well as the covering. You’ll want to do this until the cuts are barely visible.

FOR LARGER/DEEPER CUTS:

1: Apply pressure until the bleeding lessens significantly. Depending on how deep it is, you can try using WoundSeal which you can get at Walmart for like $10. It stops the bleeding to create a scab. I haven’t tried this, however it would probably leave a worse scar than what I’m going to continue talking about.

2: Acquire Bactine from Walmart or other antiseptic spray. I used Bactine. When it says “No Sting” don’t believe it. It. Will. Hurt. But you’ll want to disinfect the cut.

3: Use butterfly stitches to close the wound. You’re probably going to want to use quite a few. Place a couple pieces of medical tape over the top and bottom of them to ensure they’ll stay in place.

4: Put some Neosporin or the like on a piece of gauze. Tape around the edges to secure its location. Feel free to use a lot if you’ll feel safer that way.

5: Leave the butterfly stitches on for however long it takes to scab and you feel safe taking them off. For the first 5 days DO NOT get the wound or butterflies wet. Use an Aquagaurd patch or waterproof bandaids so you can bathe. Change the gauze/bandaid everyday or so, smearing the Neosporin on the bandaid.

I hope this is helpful! Feel free to repost and heart! :)

[another-weird-one]

fp: *mentions another friend*

me: if you want me dead so badly why don't you just say so

[feelingfloaty]

Can we stop telling borderlines they’re bad and evil because they’ll do anything to avoid abandonment?

Can we stop telling them they’re irrational because “everyone gets emotional and they can handle it so why can’t you?”

Can we stop telling borderlines that they need to have a FP to be borderline?

Can we stop telling boy borderlines that they’re acting “like girls”

Can we stop fucking invalidating borderlines pls

[boygirlz]

if u call ppl with bpd abusive or manipulative or high-maintinence just because of their symptoms ur ableist

[life-with-bpd-things-blog]

i hate that mental disorders have turned into a competition. you can’t discuss eating habits without someone saying how they survived off green tea for 3 weeks and weighed 4 stone. you can’t discus your depression because another person has already tried to commit suicide 8 times and they’re only 12. you can’t discus self harm because you punch your leg until it turns purple whilst they slice their arm to the bone. you can’t talk about addiction because someone else will talk about facing their crack addiction for 18 years. every god damn time you even come close to reaching out you know there’s no point because in other people’s eyes you’re never sick enough. there’s always someone worse off. that’s the problem with attitudes to mental health. this “oh suck it up you’re not as bad as me/them” HAS TO STOP. you have no idea how much a problem affects a person because, okay i might seem like nothing to you but yo them their entire world is breaking down and they just have to wait till they either figure it out on their own, or become sick enough that people can’t deny it any more, and by then…

it’s usually too late. 

[infinite8life]

There should be a make-a-wish foundation for kids and teens that are suffering with severe depression, suicidal thoughts, eating disorders and other mental illnesses. These are people who also need hope to get better, hope is not just for the physically ill.

[maegi]

i’m not going to lie to you. cutting feels great. amazing, even. the rush of adrenaline, the sight of blood pouring out of you, the peaceful, warm feeling that spreads throughout your body. it feels good. it feels calm. but those few minutes of relief and release aren’t worth what comes next. the guilt, the shame, the disgust, the panicky feeling of “oh fuck, how do i hide this?”, those feelings never go away. you start off slow and shallow, maybe two or three cuts. but before you know it, you’re going deeper and deeper, and you begin to lose track of how many cuts you’ve just made. but that won’t be you, right? you can control it, right? wrong. you can’t. the urges, the overwhelming fucking urges, are so much stronger than you could imagine. soon, it’s all you think about. where should i hide the blades? when can i cut next? how do i clean this up? it takes over your mind. it quickly turns into an addiction. then there’s the scars. the white, the pink, the deep purple scars. the more you cut, the harder it is to hide. people will see them. people will stare. people will whisper behind your back. hell, some people will straight up confront you about them. it’s embarrassing. it’s uncomfortable and awkward. but, that won’t be you, right? wrong again. you’re naive to think that this is something you can control, something you can just stop and forget about. you won’t ever forget. and even when you’ve stopped and haven’t done it for years, every time something bad happens, the thought of cutting will sneak up in the back of your mind. yeah, cutting feels good. but is it worth it? absolutely fucking not. don’t start. i promise you, you don’t want this.

[brokenbeatxndscarred-deactivate]

Why New Years Eve/New Years Day sucks for people with mental health issues

New Year’s Eve is absolutely trash. It’s a time where we look back on what’s happened and realised that we spent yet another year hating ourselves. It’s a time where people are celebrating and looking forward to being productive and enjoying life a little more, but we are bordering tears becuase we realise that we are going to spend another year hating ourselves and that “new year, new me” is absolute bullshit. We don’t stop hating ourselves becuase the clock turned over and the calendars reset. We don’t stop wanting to die becuase we begin another cycle. New Years sucks becuase it’s a time of year that we realise that we’ve wasted another moment of our short lives nr enjoying ourselves, and we feel hopeless and like its our fault. So sorry I’m so bitter, but I’m not going to magically have my mental issues cured just becuase we add one digit to the year. Happy fucking New Years everybody.

[lonely-and--sad]

[anothredhead]

even on the good days, depression always finds a way to destroy it all.

(via depression-kills-youandi)