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Thank you
To the two 'scary' teenagers who I'd normally avoid like the plague, thank you. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for noticing. Thank you for not ignoring the blood running from my wrists. Thank you for not turning to walk in the opposite direction. Thank you for coming back and helping. Thank you for the words you said, your concern and your assistance. It's because of you that I'm staying alive tonight. Thank you.
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depression tips™
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
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Karma's a bitch!
My 15 year old did not swear. Refused to say ‘crap’ or 'bloody’ even. Not even with her friends or in her room… I swear, my partner swears, not terribly but it is a part of our everyday vocabulary. I tried to teach her, just a few swears, encouraged her, teased her a little (not good parenting, i know). It turns out she was just a little bit of a late bloomer… she’s 19 now and currently in her bedroom (it’s 2am) screaming “i hate you you f**king c**t” over and over. Ahh, there you are Karma!
A reminder: your ideas are valid, your voice deserves to be heard, and you have a right to be here. You are worthwhile, even if you cannot see it, I promise🌠⭐💗
My friends at christmas
•There's the friend who buys you 10 presents (but you're not sure why any of them suit you). •There's the friend that buys you one sweet, expensive gift for which you're thankful. •There's the friend that buys you a single pencil because that time you went to IKEA you stole a handful saying you never had enough at home (lol). •And there's the friend who bought you nothing, but drove for two hours just to come and wish you merry Christmas. Give me the last two anyday! I love my friends!
If I died tonight, would you feel anything at all?
You killed me
I know it hurts, I expect it to hurt, but I forget quite how much pain I will be in each year as the anniversary rolls around. My body remembers and would tell me every year, even before I opened up and finally allowed the memories to resurface, but it doesn't help to know WHY...it hurts just the same. It's not just the obvious loss of my physical virginity, my innocence, nor the physical pain my immature body went through, but the loss of everything that came afterwards...the years where I should have been discovering me, learning all about the person I was becoming, my place in the world around me. The mistakes I should have been making, the tiny treasures and the "I can't believe I did that" moments. I lost them all in a blur of deliberate amnesia which leaked just enough to draw your name across my wrists in warm scarlet ink and fill my belly with toxic pills. And I hate it, but still, the biggest pain of all is the loss of my family. You were supposed to look after me, not sell me to your friends...teach me how to ride a bike, not how to hide my bloody pants...love me, not hold me down. I looked up to you. So much. I would have done anything for you, my hero. I lost my brother, he was swapped for you, my rapist. The man who physically tore me apart and then proceeded to tear the entire family apart. I'm alone and hurting and scared.
I hate you (I love you) You're killing me (I can't let you go) I miss you (I don't want you) I'm a mess, but you're a mess too and that's not what I wanted.
“I stood on the edge, instead of pulling me back you jumped off with me.” . Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I wish I had jumped with you.
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It was never your fault
If you walked into a room and saw a young girl, a child really, being hurt and abused, would you blame her? Would you tell her over and over again that it was her fault until she really believed it? Would you call her names? Would you ask her what she did to deserve it (because she must have done something)? Would you pick at her flaws, punish her with punches, pinches, cigarette burns? Would you slash at her young skin with a razor? Or would you rush in, gather this little girl up in your arms and take her as far away from the nightmare as you possibly can? Would you call police, doctors, nurses, anyone who can help take her pain away? Would you wipe her sweaty brow and tenderly wrap her in blankets, soothing her battered body with salves and her battered mind with gentle words? Would you tell her it's not her fault? So why, why do you blame yourself? You were that young child, a part of you is still that young, frightened, hurt little girl, so why don't you wrap her up in your arms and love her? Put down your razor, use an ashtray not your arms, tell yourself that you are safe, still beautiful. Salve your wounds and know, really KNOW in your heart that it WAS NOT YOUR FAULT! You are amazing, you are strong, you have been through so much and you can do this. You can save that lost little girl. I love you. I believe in you.
I will never give up on you
You think a piece of you died when she went? I've loved you with all of my heart for 19 years, how much of me dies every single day that I don't have you.