Safe Space

Somewhere for my mental illnesses to let loose.

[kiindr]

reminder that pain is pain. comparing it with others serves no purpose. no one’s pain is greater or lesser. different things affect different people differently. it is unfair to compare pain assuming that everyone lives their life in a parallel way.

[positivelyadhd]

i cannot stress enough how much of an impact changing the way you talk to yourself can have on your mental health. swapping out self deprecating jokes and changing unhealthy sentiments like "i hate myself" and "i want to die" to kinder, more forgiving ones like "i need a break" and "i'm trying" can make such a difference to how you view yourself. the things we say to ourselves become a part of our lives and so we deserve to me kinder to ourselves in our heads.

[ghost-inacup]

i do not need other people's validation. i know me, my friends know me, the universe knows me. i do not need someone else to tell me i am worthy, for my worth is inherent.

i am worthy, i am whole, i am me.

[smiles-advice]

you are not always going to understand why you feel the way you do

[prettypositivity]

don’t shrink yourself to fit into places you’ve outgrown

[mentalquotes]

[prettypositivity]

you deserve the same happiness that you wish for others

[michael-ceras-mustache-deactiva]

"Imagine being mad that babies will live"

For the person in poverty who is now in a full year worth of debt for an uncomplicated birth

For the person forced to carry a nonviable fetus to term

For the sexual assault survivor who must nurture a reminder of that violence

For the person who faces lifelong disability due to the harm this pregnancy caused

For the medically unstable person who is forced to risk everything

For the teen who is forced to drop out of school

For the trans person who can't look at themselves

For the person who becomes an outlaw for seeking abortion in another state

For the unwanted child in an abusive home

For one more child placed into the already overrun foster system

For the child born to a homeless parent

For the child of color forced into an increasingly dangerous world

For the pregnancy that was simply unwanted and poorly timed

This isn't life

As always, Danny Devito said it best.

"Supreme court my ass"

[cweercrippledcrafter]

Had a revelation recently and thought it might help other people too.

There is absolutely NO shame in having a ton of projects on the go and switching between or even dropping them on a whim.

Hobbies are meant to be FUN.

You can have 20 writing projects, or knitting, or whatever your thing is, and putting them down for a bit or abandoning them is a-okay.

I personally would never think that someone who started playing a video game and then decided to play another before it was finished was a quitter, so why am I so judgemental towards myself?

Doing your hobbies in a way that brings you joy isn't selfish or weak, it's...literally the whole point of them. Go nuts!

[mylittlepositivecorner]

may you find people who happily listen while you gush about your obscure interests. may you find people you feel comfortable and safe enough around to be your authentic self

[ursulaklegay]

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

[softdaisie]

i think society’s obsession with productivity will be our downfall, it’s unrealistic. you don’t need to be productive every minute of the day. your body needs rest. it’s not natural to stay “grinding” or “hustling”. please don’t feel guilty about taking care of your body and taking a break when you need one.

[mentalquotes]

[positivelyqueer]

There’s power in telling yourself ”no we don’t do that anymore” in response to self destructive urges.

[writethatdown]

forgive yourself. forgive yourself for all the versions you couldn't become. forgive yourself for the wrong things you said. forgive yourself for not knowing any better at certain point of your life. for fucking things up so much that the grief still haunts you. forgive yourself for the darker and shadowed parts of you. you have to learn to integrate all parts of you, even the ones you desperately want to disown. it'll be alright.

[mentalquotes]

you are strong but you are also tired

and that is okay.

[bigpileofmess]

I had a dream of him. I saw a lion then heard his voice. I had a feeling the lion was coming to me. Meant for me. I heard his voice and was confused u til the lion was in front of me. "It's me." You said. I replied with your name and you told me yes along with the nickname you've known me by for years. I was elated. So happy I could cry. You were so happy. "I'm a lion!" I always said you were when we spoke. It's how you presented yourself. Then I found out of your Leo moon. I'm astounded by my own clairvoyance, if that's what you want to call it. You nuzzled your giant lion face into my arms. I held you. Let my fingers get lost in the jungle of your dark brown mane. I held you close. An innocent happiness. I kissed you. We laughed together. After our reunion, you stepped behind a revolving wall. I was met with a small cartoon looking cat and a woman who, when I think k about it, might have been a version of myself that I wasn't aware of until now. They warned me that though my intentions were Pure, lighthearted and innocent, yours weren't. You were in a stage that male lions go through where it was breeding time. It was all sex. Nothing is what it may seem. Be careful. Ravenous. Unrelenting. I managed to push behind the revolving wall. You were slowly morphing back into a human. You were shirtless with pants on. You didn't look like yourself but it was you. Women were seen leaving the room you occupied. One woman was eyeing me harshly. I forgot what she said though I remember yhe feeling of her exuding that I was not good enough for you. I amounted to nothing. Jealously oozed from her bulging eyes. I looked to you. You were human again. Again, you looked nothing like yourself but it was you. In my whole heart it was you. There was a bed. You laid me down. I wanted to hold you. Be in your presence. You wanted more. I told you how I felt and my intentions. Innocent. Pure. Soft. Vulnerable. You spoke to me softly though persistent in what you wanted. I began to fight back. "No. I don't want this. I've made myself clear. Stop. What will people think if they see me like this with you?" At some point my clothes were torn from my body. I kept trying to cover myself. I was cornered by the foot of the bed, a wall, and a drawer that held a TV. I curled up within myself before I finally broke free from you. I ran. Past people. It was suffocating. Tortuous. Traumatizing. I miss the idea of you. The feeling it invoked when I thought of it and engrossed myself in the image I had in my mind of you. In time the reality of things hit me and like in my dream, I broke free. Pain. So much pain to have trauma bonded with you. So much pain when I realized that boundaries were not respected by you no matter how many times I tried to implement them. I wish to reach out to you to see how you're doing. To feel that sweet feeling again but you make me cry. It's not worth it. You'll live on in my heart and I'll love you from afar. I hope you're doing well. I wonder if you think of me from time to time. I wonder what you do when I'm in your mind. I wonder if you wish things were different. I wonder if you realize the contradiction in the message I sent you breaking it all off. I wonder if you wish to reach out to me. I wonder if I was special to you amongst all the other girls you spoke to. I wonder if I did anything that set me apart from the others. I wonder...I wonder and I feel. It numbs me. A feeling that is so familiar. So comforting. This feeling I'd chase and wallow in it. Like a soft darkness that held me. I know it's for the better to leave it be. It's okay though. I can feel this. As long as I pick myself back up, I'll be okay. It's okay to miss you. It's okay.