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me: *fucks up my sleep cycle*

my psychiatrist, whacking me with a stick: the! base! treatment! for! mood! disorders! is! a! regular! sleep! schedule!

If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

Kurt Cobain (via help-n-quotes)

No les pasa que al querer abrirse con sus problemas su mente se pone en blanco y no saben que decir, o sino sienten todo lo que quieren decir pero no logra salir de su boca como si hubiese una especie de cinta invisible tapandola, o sino cuando por fin lo consiguen se desvían y divagan sin poder hacer entender a los otros?

No les pasa que siente que su mente está en contra de ustedes mismos? Evitando que puedan mejorar, que busquen mejorar?

No les pasa que sienten que son dos personas viviendo dentro de uno mismo?

No les pasa que no se reconocen?

#Depresión #mente trastornada #estrés #anciedad

No puedo hablar de mis problemas, nunca puedo expresarme como quiero y cada vez que salen de mi boca suenan a que son una estupidez que exagero, cuando no es así.

Tengo la habilidad de cagar hasta a mis propios problemas.

#suicidio #deprecion #mente trastornada

ohboy-imamess

No puedo hablar de lo que siento o de mis problemas porque todos me han demostrado que no son algo serio, no importan, son boludeces de paranoicos.

It's hard having depression.

you know what it's hard too?

Being closer to someone who it's going through depression.

Same sides feel the struggle.

And it's hard cause people don't stop telling you that you need to care, and you need to be kind, pacient, to watch what you're saying or doing, but no one tells you how to overtake it.

It's hard cause you are scared most of the time.

And you're worry, asking yourself if you're doing fine. If you're helping.

Is obvious that mental illness affects and involves those ones who are closer too.

So it gets really hard when you get lost and tired and they tell you that you're a bad friend/parent/familiar, etc, because of that.

We need compresion too.

We want our love ones to be health.

But it's pointless if we lost ourselves before that happen.

It's not someone's fault but mental illness. So is important to remember that is like a virus that slowly gets inside everybody.

It's important to remember that you have to be careful.

#depression #struggle #mental illness

When it rains, I found it something familiar and satisfying.

When I hear the thunders, I feel peace.

I feel understood.

As if the storm inside my mind is moving outside.

So is quiet inside, and now I'm not the only one carrying with the storm.

When it rains, people can appreciate how the inner me looks like.

And I don't have to say a single word.

#anxiety #depression #storm #struggle

There's some point when you know that you're already broken and pretty fucked up

But that's not the scary thing

I'm not scared about that

What I'm scared of?

To know, to be conscious of how much I'm sinking.

May I know that I'm drowning, may I think I'm closer to a boat

But things change when you realize that there's no boat

That you're swimming to nowhere

There's just a big ocean, and you're going deeper

And soon, you're in the bottom of the most dark, void and lonely place.

Just you.

Only you.

#anxiety #depression #lonely #overthinking

Anxiety: hi

Me: please, just go away, please

#Anxiety #overthinking #mental illness

bezimienna0

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imsogoth

I don’t like Christmas.

We were a family of 3. And sometimes 4. Me, mother, stepdad, and his son sometimes.

Every year for Christmas Eve, we’d see my mom’s side of the family. On Christmas day, we’d drive up to Massachusetts to spend time with his side.

It was a day I really looked forward to, seeing especially his family from other states, that we typically only saw at this time.

When I was twelve, on a cold day in February, my stepfather told my mother wanted a divorce. Four months later, just after my thirteenth birthday, the divorce was finalized and he was gone.

I am 15 now. This will be my 3rd Christmas without my stepfather and his family. Sometimes I think too much and cry. It’s not that I miss him, I miss his family and the bond that we shared. Christmas just hasn’t been the same.

Sometimes I lay in the dark and cry. I wonder why my family is broken. Why so many of us, on my mother’s side, don’t associate with the family. I wonder why I don’t have a dad. I know it’s not my fault but something in the back of my mind tells me that I’m different in a negative way. That normal girls have a dad. Normal families have two parents. Normal families aren’t broken.

I don’t know. I think too much. This time of year really saddens me.

lunaticbook

Same thing happened here