[dolllikethin]

I wanna shock everyone when I come back from summer break

they’ll be scared when hugging me for the first time because I lost so much weight I don’t even look like myself anymore.

*

The euphoria I’ll feel when they say I look good.

The jealousy.

The worried looks.

I want all of that.

*

~speaking this into existence~

[xxtrippyhippyx]

This isn’t a meme, I think I might actually have a problem

[saahlo-folinaa]

It’s like I’m carrying around this weight and everyday another pound gets added to it. Eventually, my body become weak and my only option is to lie down until I can find my strength again. But, when I go to pick it up again, it is twice as heavy. Nearly impossible to carry. Yet, I try. I make it a few steps till I’m forced to lay back down. I do this over and over until I can’t do it anymore. So I stay in bed and simply hope one day the weight won’t be as heavy.

explaining my depression and anxiety to my parents

[insanely--crazy]

“It sucks when everyone’s asleep and you’re up late at night wondering what the fuck you’re doing with your life.”

—

[wishing-for-deathx]

We all destroy ourselves in different ways. It’s easy when you just hate every fiber of your being. It could be drowning yourself in alcohol, getting high on drugs or loving someone who only hurts you. It could be sleeping all day, setting yourself up for failure because success is not even a possibility. And if you don’t try you never have anything to lose. Because what if you tried but failed ? Every bad thing you believe about yourself will be proved right.

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

welcome to anxiety, sponsored by depression

[whitepeopletwitter]

[depression-healthy-carrier]

Depression is not just sadness. Depression is weight that keeps you in bed. Depression can feel empty, like nothing at all. Depression can be unexplainable. Depression keeps yout stuck. Fun can’t fix it. Instead it isolates you from what you love. Depression is an overwhelming numbness.

[mathsturbation]

i am the shyest attention whore ever

[such-justice-wow]

I want attention!!! If you’re not busy… And you want to…. Its okay if you don’t

[glimmmadora-deactivated20190328]

since the straights are turning pride into music festivals and trendy parties i propose we return to form and riot 

[glimmmadora-deactivated20190328]

terfs fuck off this riot is not for you

[mae0x]

wow being alive is… uncomfortable

[depression-healthy-carrier]

Having depression and anxiety is like being scared and tired at the same time. It’s the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends but hate socializing. It’s wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. It feels everything at once so it’s like you numb.

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[lynati]

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[the-sad-boy]

[spirituallyminded-deactivated20]

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.

~ Kathryn Wallace

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