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if there was a time that I wanted to fly, I would wish I didn't have a fear to fall.
but if there was a time that I wanted to fall, I would wish someone was there to stop me.
to begin or to end is only the question with my heart that will save me.
Written 3/31/17
Today is the day
#pascalcampion
I needed this.
Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!
Yeah… Not gonna lie… I cried…
We need more people like this
Goddamn it stop making me feel human
The therapist I wanna be.
Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.
I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
this is fuckin incredible.
I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it
For anyone that needs to read this today.
-FemaleWarrior, She/They
They also have this one and I think quite a few others but these two I keep on my phone and pull up on my bad days.
Text in the second image:
“Why are you so lazy?”
But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight on your chair, at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things that you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.
People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s Hard.” They tell you, “No it isn’t. You’re just lazy.”
You start to wonder if they’re right. Is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you? They don’t look like they’re struggling. “Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working. Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy, and you do it day after day.
You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break.They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you feel, when you try and fail to do what they do easily. Things hard harder for you, they really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems they wouldn’t be doing any better.
You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.”
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Second image made me tear up.
“angrily wash a dish at you or fold a sock into your direction” It sounds so ridiculous but it’s so sad and true.
Yes this!!!!
i hope you love yourself enough to know how much you’re worth today, tomorrow and every other day
Awake, but not fully. The eyes droop at any sign of light. No caffeine can keep this drowsiness away. Pump some energy into me if you can, but until then I'll just sit here with my eyes wide open. Drifting into my headspace to pass the tiring day away.
When you remember a piece of your childhood that you almost forgot about and it makes you feel pure bliss.
The carelessness of being a kid when the anxiety was nothing like it is now.
I wish I could go out and find a hill to roll down, because I want to remember the feeling that's been long forgotten in the past.
Sometimes I wonder if I could have ever been able to fly.
When you want to learn, but you're not smart enough.
Everyone's so fast, but you're too slow to keep up.
When everyone fits in like a puzzle, but somehow an extra piece got thrown in.
Be decently good at some hobby but not be brave enough to pursue it, and not be talented enough to learn other skills.
Honestly it's all just another way to put myself down.
Instead of that, what can I do to fix my problem at the moment? What are other things can I show interest in? What could I potentially do with my life? How am I going to financially support myself?
I don't know the answers yet, but hopefully I will soon. It would surely ease my mind, but for now, keep on trugging.
Written in an old journal 5/26/19
reasons to stay alive ♡
you will slowly discover things that will make life worth it for you
there is another side to this, whatever you’re going through
you are a warm light to someone else by being here
one day you will treat yourself with so much love and kindness
you will heal from what you believe is impossible to heal from
Emotions can be such a terrible thing.
They are blessings when it comes to expressing happiness with people, but loneliness is an emotion killer.
Shot through the heart and you're done.
Might as well be a bench warmer expecting to never play.
Crying doesn't change a thing; even if you cry, you'll still be lonely.
Darkness clouds the brain, and you just have to wait for the rain. At least it could cleanse the salt from my face at night.
Pity is a funny thing.
I need the wind to come and blow these feelings away. Can it be sooner than later, please?
Let me find comfort in the soft white clouds, and cuddle to sweet dreams. Bring me colorful rainbows and all the fluffy things.
Please just help me like myself and to be at peace.
If I could hate myself a little less each day, then that would be great.
Then maybe I could find someone to cherish me and want to listen for once. So just let me be heard.
Written in an old journal 5/18/19
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For everyone out there who is currently struggling to make it through the crazy circumstances of the pandemic, I see you, I hear you and this one is for you. You can get through this, my love. I know it is scary to wake up every day, not really knowing where you are headed. I know it can be so lonely. I know the uncertainty is slowly killing you. I know you are running out of new things to try every day. I know it can be very hard to maintain a steady routine. But you are doing so great. Look how long you have already been holding on, you can hang in there even longer. I want you to know that you are still making progress, even though you are having bad days (and it is absolutely okay to have bad days, do not let anyone make you feel guilty!). I see you, I hear you and I love you.
I lost a furry friend of 17 years. She had a long good life and I'm going to miss her terribly. Nyla was a Siamese mix cat that we've had since she was a kitten. I've given her so much love and she loved me as well, and the loss is so sad. I just keep thinking of the good times and that she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Lots of love to Nyla Jasmine, my favorite kitty in the world.
What I feel isn't the truth; it's lies my head has created to put myself down. I need to remember that I'm not who my head says I am. I'm more than some self-hatred thoughts. If everyone is beautiful, then I can be too. I just need some fine tuning and polish first; tender love and care.
