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— James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket

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“It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.”
— James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.
“I smile because I have survived everything the world has thrown at me. I smile because when I was knocked down I got back up.”
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“Sei bitte einfach nur ehrlich zu mir.”
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I don’t see a way out anymore
Stop telling me it’s going to be okay
I don’t think you understand what it feels like to wake up every morning disappointed you didn’t die in your sleep, you don’t understand what it’s like to hate yourself so much you rip bloody lines in your skin with shap knives or razor blades and rejoice from the pain, you don’t understand how hard it is to stop yourself from jumping in front of traffic every time you wait to cross the street, you don’t know what it’s like to hold back tears when you see yourself in a mirror.
You don’t understand and I cannot explain so trust me when I say you don’t know whether or not it’s all gonna be ok, so stop telling me it will
i would’ve died for you but you were the only one who would’ve killed me
I haven't had a shower in 6 days.
I haven't had a shower in 6 days.
Today I finally took one, not because I smelled but because my mom took me home and told me to go take one instead of hanging out with me more today.
I've been changing my clothes, using dry shampoo, keeping my smelly parts wiped down, but I haven't had a shower in 6 days.
I turn the shower on to warm it up, the pipes are a bit old in this house so I take a second to get myself amped for this shower and let my hair down from its two-day old bun.
My hair tumbles down my back in a tangled mess as if to remind me that it too has seen much better days.
I step into the shower with anticipation, my stomach is filled with anxiety like this water will make me melt.
I begin with shampoo through the knotted brambles of my naturally thick and curly hair. I haven't combed it, oiled it, nothing. My hands fill with strands of dead hair falling from my head.
Depression causes hair loss.
Stress causes hair loss.
Not taking care of your genetically beautiful curls causes hair loss.
I keep them from going down the drain and clogging it by sticking the hair to the wet walls, the globs of hair that I will grab and throw away at the end of my shower.
I run conditioner through my hair and let it sit. It's been 6 days. My hair is in need of moisture.
The time I dread is here. My body is oily, the water practically is gleaning off of me. It's disgusting, disappointing. I have armpit hair. Other hair.
I lather up my loofah and begin my work. Between my toes, behind my ears, under my buttocks, in my groin area, under my breasts, inside my belly button, and behind my ears. Anywhere bacterial overgrowth happens is where my scrubbing intensifies. The water is scalding hot, because I know I'm fucking disgusting right now. There's no other way of saying it. It's been 6 days since I last took a shower.
I rinse off my body, watching the water twirl down the drain.
I grab my face wash, desperate times call for desperate measures. I also haven't washed my face in 6 days or longer even. They don't reccomend using it in the shower but my face is so greasy from not even showering.
I pump it in my hand and massage it into my face.
The oils and debris was so gunked up my face became a cool rush. My entire face was being attacked by this face wash, I could only imagine. I splashed cool water on my face and then turned the shower completely off.
This exhausted me.
This entire shower took what's left of me and exhausted me.
It had been 6 days since my last shower....
Mental illness sounds so cute when you put it on a post with a person staring in the distance saying they're "depressed."
But depression is more than just sadness.
It's raw... it's not showering for 6 days... then collapsing in your bed exhausted when you finally do.
#depression #IHaventShoweredIn6Days
You think that you’ve hit rock bottom. That it couldn’t possibly get any worse than it already has. But then you’re falling again. Further and further into this darkness that you didn’t think could get any deeper. And you start to wonder if you’ll ever get better or if things will just continue to get more and more unimaginably worse.
I wanna fucking die right now. I just want to hurt myself. I’m done, I feel like total shit, I’m worthless
I swear I was trying my best and all you said was I‘m not trying enough. Do you actually have any idea how hard it is to be motivated when your mental health is fucked up?