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You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.

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what depression is really like:

not showering regularly

not bushing your teeth regularly

living in filth

caring about your grades but not enough to do anything about them

thinking about suicide more than graduating

considering suicide whenever any problem arises

tired

no motivation

no energy

walking is so hard

sometimes even talking is too much work because you’re so god damn tired

laying in bed for hours because you’re too tired to move

feeling nothing but sometimes everything

knowing you’re not alone but still feeling alone

that constant mindset of, “Who cares? I wont be around much longer anyways.”

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annoyed that i have to wake up every day

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i fucking hate my fucking mind

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genuinely sorry for the people who tried to talk to me and were disappointed by how uncool i am

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If this ain’t me

manicbones

you know what’s more freeing than killing yourself? running away to a small town and getting a job as a waitress. buying a cheap car and sticking a bed in the back and driving southwest. adopting a cat. learning a new instrument. moving apartments. visiting a friend in another city. chopping all your hair off.

you can kill your current life without dying. you can kill this version of you and make a new one.

maybe I’m just a bipolar sucker for rebirth but sometimes that thought is all that keeps me alive

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I hate myself

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Isn’t it sad that my only purpose in life is for others to use me?

And I’m not talking about the kind of use that you offer to people like “talk to me when you need me”. No, thats totally okay because you gave them permission to use you when they feel the need to.

I’m talking about the kind of use that you never offered, the kind of use that happens when people reach you only when they’re bored, the kind of use that happens when people get in touch with you because they got nothing better to do or the kind of use that happens when they want something from you.

Isn’t that a toy’s purpose? I mean when we were kids we used to buy toys and we used them on our free time, when we had nothing better to do or when we simply wanted to be entertained by them.

The only difference between me and a toy, is that you pay for a toy to use it.

I’m being used for free, my life is worth less than a toy

blindedbythedarkness

everyone in the world: we need to talk about mental health before its too late!

me, literally screaming: everything is bad again!! im not coping!! i want to kill myself!! please someone help me!!

everyone: ✔ read 19:43

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Notes to Thirteen Year Old Girls

When your best friend tells you all she had for breakfast Was a packet of Splenda and a Diet Coke, And she tells you that she’ll stop after she loses five more pounds, Do not believe her. Tell her mother. It does not matter how angry your friend gets. The pain of that will always be preferable to the pain Of seeing your best friend in four years Weighing as much as she does now Half-dead in the hospital.

When your father sneaks into your bed in the dead of the night, And he tells you that this is how fathers love their daughters, Do not believe him. Tell your English teacher. She will have read millions of stories of girls like you. There is a one in six chance that she will be a girl like you. There is a five in six chance that she will know what to say to you. There is a six in six chance that she will help you.

When your veins whisper to you in the moonlight And say that there are so many nightmares inside you That could be free If you would just open your arms, Do not believe them. Tell your school’s guidance counselor, No matter how scared you are Because whispers are liars, And opening your arms will only open the passage For more nightmares to climb in.

And when the therapists say that you are better, Totally better, And you don’t need to worry about the sadness again, Do not believe them. Always be cautious, because sadness has a way Of sneaking up on you When you’re not looking. Be careful. Be careful.