Dark Angel

''Stand up get ready to fight for all the wrongs that should be right.''

[minimalistquotes]

I'm sorry, but someone who destroys your mental health cannot be the love of your life. Love should make you feel safe, supported, and respected. If being with someone constantly causes stress, anxiety, or doubt, that isn't love; it's harmful. No matter how much you care for them, staying with someone who hurts you mentally is not healthy, and it's not what real love should feel like.

[psych--bitch]

My hands feel ice cold while my body feels warm, and my thoughts won’t stop racing. I’m shaking, and I don’t even know why. I’m physically safe in this room, but everything feels overwhelming and scary inside me.

All I feel right now is pain. I miss you in a way that makes my chest hurt.

I don’t understand how I’m supposed to imagine a future without you. I can’t picture myself being kissed or touched by someone else. It feels wrong even thinking about it. How am I supposed to tell my heart that you’re not mine anymore when it hasn’t caught up with reality?

[psych--bitch]

I feel like my mind is empty and my body hurts. I spend so much time in bed, and sometimes I end up on the floor. It feels like my depression and anxiety and the meds have taken over. I don’t feel like myself anymore, and I can’t find the person I used to be. People keep walking out of my life, and I don’t feel safe with him anymore. I feel lost.

I’m tired of hearing that I’ll “get better,” especially when the same people keep doing things that hurt me and make my anxiety worse. Sometimes I just want the pain to stop but I also know that if I were gone, it would pass that pain on to others. I hope one day I can look back and feel like all of this was worth it. It’s been over a month since I tried to end my life, and I’m still in shock. I don’t know what to do anymore.

[psych--bitch]

My room feels foreign,

my house a little colder,

like everything kept living

while I paused somewhere far away.

I’m back,

but the silence hits different

my phone is empty,

no trace of you,

no messages from the Sunday

we broke apart.

I miss you

more than I let myself admit,

but I know I can’t go back,

not even for the love that still

echoes in my chest.

My mind is blank,

my soul heavy,

and I’ve run out of tears to spill,

run out of “I love you’s”

left to whisper into the dark.

Still, I’m here

breathing through the ache,

learning the shape

of a life without you.

[psych--bitch]

I shouldn’t have drink. Now I feel worse my body feels hot and my mind won’t stop racing.

I hate feeling like this. I don’t recognize myself right now, and I don’t like where my head is heading.

This isn’t me.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[paper-wounds]

[russiansappho]

Edward Munch

Consolation, 1894

Vampire II (Vampyr II), 1895

[psych--bitch]

It hit me like the air just left my body,

cold, numb, shaking,

like my heart forgot how to be a heart.

You said you don’t want me

and everything dropped.

So I hold my chest,

try to breathe myself back,

whispering,

I’m still here.

I’m still breathing.

I don’t disappear like that.

[psych--bitch]

“Laying in bed, dying with every thought of you”

[psych--bitch]

“I always come back to the same two thoughts: what if? and I wish. They hold every version of me that never got to exist.”

[psych--bitch]

“Some were hurt so deeply as kid that now their hearts stay silent, only observing what they can no longer feel.”

[thoughtkick]

“The relevant question in psychiatry shouldn’t be what’s wrong with you, but what happened to you.”

— Eleanor Longden

[psych--bitch]

If u could read my mind, you’d be in tears sweetheart....

[psych--bitch]

I think I will never meet someone who is willing to carry my demons and my past.

[moan-s]

[lovedbymdma]

I don't want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You're intertwining your soul with somebody else