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Pro recovery, just not there yet | Sideblog | She/her | Vegetarian | Anxiety™ |

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

cheers to your little accomplishments lately that even you might not have noticed

[timelyreminder]

Think some positive thoughts! You deserve some happiness in your day :)

Try looking up positive things or something that you like. Maybe talk to someone that makes you smile.

The world is a brighter place with you in it! Don’t forget that!

Art by traitspourtraits

[deerilkka]

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

[drinksomefuckingwater]

Drink Some Fucking Water!

[timelyreminder]

• Stay hydrated, my friends! • If you are hungry, grab a snack. • Refill your water glass or bottle if it’s running low. • Get up and use the facilities if you need to. Don’t hold it!

Happy scrolling!

Art by howpeachyqueen

[tordenvejr]

it is not an evil thing to look at yourself with kindness. your life was never meant to be a punishment

[mentalhealth]

your life was never meant to be a punishment

[imtryinggokay]

when i went through psychosis i actually thought it was tbh

[inkskinned]

i am not doing well, but i'm not doing well in the ugly way. on tv and instagram "not doing well" looks like a messy room, an artsy picture, a painting made in haste. it looks like wild hair and steepled fingers over shadowed ribs. it looks practiced, a woman with a single tear running down her plastic, molded cheek.

i'm not doing well like there's rot in the sink. like i haven't combed my hair in a week. like i don't remember the last time i brushed my teeth. i'm not doing well like sleeping on a bare mattress because i don't have the energy to wrestle with the sheets.

i'm not doing well like i'm lying to my boss about emergencies. i'm not doing well like i have the first-steps of a bunch of projects scattered at my feet, abandoned to dust and spiders and reek. i'm not doing well like i know i'm supposed to be doing something-else, not writing this stupid post. but i can't get up. i can't get moving.

i'm not doing well like. there's not enough time to make up for all the missed assignments. like - when's the last time you ate something healthy? like i think about calling someone for help but - i've already asked for too-much recently, haven't i, no sense in making a fuss when i've already spent the last 3 months falling. it's okay, now. i hit the ground with the same wet crunch. i am a volume of mud, slipping out her white bone fingers, trying to attach life together by electric rods. i don't believe in love. i think i'm going to die alone. i am a playact on motion; the pretend residual girl waving from her animatronic waist.

i'm not doing well to the point i know others will say - again? or still? i know others will roll their eyes like there's always something with her, and they're right, there is always something. i know i'm not-doing-well like shit covered in glitter; i am no longer a work of well-intentioned failure but am now just a fester in the corner of the room, someone else's excuse to flinch and hold their breath and hope i blow over soon.

and i'm just sitting here, on my floor, thinking: i'm gonna lose everything left i have to lose.

knowing it doesn't matter. i'm not going to find the motivation suddenly. i am not going to burst apart covered in blooms. i'm going to watch it all drift past me, peacefully slipping into the dark. into the ooze.

[inkskinned]

time is slippery these days. i keep waking up surprised by the date - that late? i haven't gotten used to the summer weather yet. i am holding my breath. i am hoping nobody notices i am scrambling. i am hoping it looks easy, an effortless plunge. i am so worried about not having time that i spend a lot of time frozen, trapped in indecision. if i never start anything, i can never really be behind in it, either.

i tell others - i just bit off more than i can chew.

i was raised: that's not an excuse. life handed me a wicker basket of spined and rotting goods and told me - here's too much to handle. others will just expect it out of you. now stop crying and get ready to chew.

[padawan-historian]

when I hear the phrase all lives matter, I am reminded of that passage from animal farm that said all animals are created equal. as the novella kept going, the phrase kept changing and changing . . . every time someone shouts all lives matter, their definition changes . . . and the underlying inequality and destruction of non-white existence remains the same

[cringepics-deactivated20140527]

Dean you fucking nutcase

[daamonx]

almost as wacky as when craig made toast

[cringepics]

fucking hell craig! you might want to settle down

[daamonx]

almost as wacky as when dean was laying on the floor

[hell0-there-lady]

The reality of Instagram Modeling

[medic981]

This is important.

[daintydiarist]

Bless this post

[emthetimelady]

I really need stuff like this

[imfemalewarrior]

This is why using Instagram models and pictures from magazines are not good ideas. 

-FemaleWarrior 

[timelyreminder]

• Stay hydrated, my friends! • If you are hungry, grab a snack. • Refill your water glass or bottle if it’s running low. •Get up and use the facilities if you need to. Don’t hold it!

Happy scrolling!

Art by howpeachyqueen

[imtryinggokay]

Hey Angel! Hope you are all right.

Thank you so much! I'm not doing the best rn, but I'm really trying to be happier.

[anxietyproblem]

[imtryinggokay]

I don't know how to love myself anymore

[imtryinggokay]

I did my eyebrows too dark today and now I look like the villian from lazytown