Damaged Goods

One guys journey through life

[love-diaries]

Best friends are people who make your problems their problems, just so you don’t have to go through them alone.

(via love-diaries)

[love-diaries]

Fact: “I’m fine” is the biggest lie.

(via love-diaries)

[thoughtkick]

Thank you. For every last bruise you gave me. For every time I sat in tears. For the million ways you hurt me. I just want to tell you this: You broke my world. Made me strong. Thank you. Messed up my dreams. Made me strong. Thank you!

Jamelia, Thank you (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

When someone does something wrong, don’t forget all the things they did right.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[love-diaries]

I miss you but I’m not going to say anything because you don’t care enough.

(via love-diaries)

[thoughtkick]

“You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.”

Danielle Laporte (via thoughtkick)

[endangeredbodiesnyc]

Disabled people’s lives are not tragedies. Parents and carers are not “heroes” for loving disabled people. Disabled people’s private moments should not be shared without consent on your “warrior mom” blog. Disabled people are not your pity hires, dates, or friends. Disabled people do not exist to be saved or spoken for by non-disabled people.

Treat disabled people with respect and dignity. Treat disabled people like people.

[love-diaries]

A best friend is someone that came into your life, stuck with you through ups and downs and never left.

(via love-diaries)

Melissa is my best friend, I just wish she wasn’t 1,500 miles from me.

[thoughtkick]

You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.

Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno (via thoughtkick)

[love-diaries]

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

Sarah Kane, Crave (via love-diaries)

[oistrong]

Feeling like an Inconvenient waste of space…

I’m starting to lose count at this point… But this is another time my aid company screwed up my hours. They think that just because my disability is mostly only physical that i don’t need a good schedule. But I also have severe anxiety. And not knowing who my staff is or having them at the same time or certain times spikes it. Not to mention I can’t do certain things without staffing. Like let my dog out.

Cutting my hours because they’re short handed or because they don’t pay attention to how they schedule or just because makes me feel… Less important. At this point I’m just an inconvenience. My mom offered to stay with me while they fix it. But I don’t want to be any more of an inconvenience to anyone. To be perfectly honest when things like this come up I’d be fine if I disappeared. To most its no big deal. But when one thing like this comes up it just reminds me of how much help I really need And I just feel like a needy inconvenient waste of space… Even people who get paid to help me stop doing it after a while….

I hate feeling like this. Like a waste of space. Defective and pointless. Am I the only one that has all of this triggered by one thing? Or am I just being dramatic… I don’t think anyone understands where I’m coming from so its pointless to talk about… I just wish people and things that are supposed to make life easier for people like me really did without hitting this point where it screws up and reminds us of how different we are. I wish aid companies were compliant and understood. I wish doctors listened and medicines could really heal. I wish wheelchairs didn’t break and walkers could make us walk like normal. But if I can’t have that wish… I at least wish people knew the struggle people like us go through. I wish they knew just because we may be born this way doesn’t mean we always wake up accepting it. Doesn’t mean we don’t fight with it every day. Feel lost, hate ourselves, wonder what its like to have a different body, stay up crying, wondering, thinking about all these things. I wish they knew we have triggers that remind us we are different and we all react to them differently. And we try to avoid them but sometimes we can’t. And we need understanding when we experience those triggers just like people who experience a traumatic experience do. Because… Being born in a body that fights you every day can be a pretty traumatic experience if you think about it. I wish people thought of these things. Maybe if they did they would try to work with people like me more. The aid companies and the doctors would listen more… Even friends and family. But explaining this is like explaining how to fly to a fish. They just don’t get it.

[impalacustom76-blog]

This right here, I can’t express myself like this, but this is how it is.

[mimosaleewrites]

I will not tell you I miss you.  You will not hear that from me, no.  I will not admit I have been thinking about you, 
not out of resentment towards you, 
but because I am strong and you are in the past.  I will not tell others about you, 
since you tell no one of us.  I will not explain myself, 
for the ways I chose to distance myself 
from memories of you, 
for sucking others dry 
attempting to hurt you 
but you were too far away 
to be damaged.  I will not question why you left, 
you have done me a favor, 
even if it doesn’t feel like one right now. I will not look for an explanation from you,  on why you did the things you did,  I do not have an interest in justifying your actions.

I will persevere and try my best to not live in fear of others wronging me in a similar way you did. (via mimosaleewrites)

[love-diaries]

Sometimes you just need to distance yourself from certain people. If they care, they’ll notice. If they don’t, you know where you stand.

(via love-diaries)

Goodbye Colleen

[excerptsofstories]

I gave too much. I gave away all my water at soccer practice, I gave away all my secrets to comfort others. and when I was sad, and people were blowing up my phone needing guidance and a listening ear, I gave away the little tiny bit of happiness that i needed for myself.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1360 // it’s too late. now i have nothing to give, so they just take what they find (via excerptsofstories)

[love-diaries]

Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

(via love-diaries)

[thoughtkick]

How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.

S. Z. (via thoughtkick)