I'm having a mental breakthrough take the ears off

If you are going to do such things, at least you should do them properly.

[psychotic-perfection]

me: *encounters something slightly difficult*

brain: you have to cry

me: why

brain: you gotta

[freeshavahcadoo]

[spider-bones]

[eleanora-mathilda-deactivated20]

Sad but true :(

[at0ms-in-love]

[merdafatua]

Me: *messages a friend at 3am*

Friend: *responds soon after*

Me: What the fuck are you doing up go to sleep

[prettypunkpurple]

Social anxiety level: “mentally rehearsing the word ‘Here!’ over and over before the professor calls your name during roll call”

[nadsfjsajjfksannjjhjkj-deactiva]

Social Anxiety level: holding all your money from the moment you walk in the door so when you get in line to pay u don’t have to waste everyone’s time

[soohighrightmeow-deactivated201]

Social anxiety level: Being done with your test before anyone else but not wanting to get up and walk to the front of class, so you wait until someone else stands up.

[myobiyuki]

Social Anxiety level: Editing the fuck out of everything you say mentally, so that you don’t come off as annoying for saying too much by including unnecessary details no one asked for or care about.

[thirtysecofanything]

It’s ridiculous that I’ve done these things all my life and never even realized it wasn’t normal

[lildrvgon]

[nowletsfixthismess]

I can't stop laughing at my webcam folder

Sometimes there are pretty selfies like

BUT THEN YOU PRESS “NEXT” AND IT’S LIKE A SURPRISE ATTACK OF THE FUCKING WERE-HAGS

If I don’t stop

I’m going to die

alone

[dontfindmeeveragain]

Well actually I have this folder on my computer called “Selfies” And.. it goes from this..

to this.

Now this is

why

I am

SINGLE

[strange-itch-deactivated2025061]

WHAT THE FUCK IT’S LIKE YOU GUYS ARE GENDERSWAPPED

[nowletsfixthismess]

UPDATE:

We met in Ansterdam.

[mycroftplayingoperation]

I FOUND MY FAVOURITE STORY

[michellepsychologist]

Mental Illness Recovery Series

Story #1:  Depression, Anxiety and Insomnia recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 1 

Story #2:  Bipolar Type 1, Schizoaffective, Antisocial Personality Disorder, and Polysubstance Abuse Disorder Recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 2

Story #3:  Depression Recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 3

Story #4: Anxiety and Depression Recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 4

Story #5: Depression and Social Anxiety Recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 5

Story #6: Depression Recovery

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 6

Story #7:  Major Depressive Disorder, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Dermatillomania Recovery 

Mental Illness Recovery Series: Story # 7

I want to thank everyone who has sent me their recovery story. I will publish it in the order I receive them. These next 2 months I will be very busy, please be patient! 

[croutoncat]

i have hit rock bottom and its only tuesday

[adventurecomics]

[politicallyincorrectsj-deactiva]

true gender equality

[spacevixenmusic]

[ha-harleyquinn]

[tai-korczak]

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

[tai-korczak]

It took a full two months and 800,000 notes to come full circle back to me.

[nthmetal]

Mass Effect Homeworlds

[writingsforwinter]

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

[shes-cured]

I needed this tonight

[thequeen117-deactivated20150917]

If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.

[learnhowtoadult]

This is devastating and precious. Wow.

[thespiderpuppies818-deactivated]

If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.

[sahtrn-deactivated20180502]

I miss sex

[bysaestyl]

in hindsight i never had a gay cousin so i really should have known it was gonna be me all along

[rosebushprince-deactivated20160]

Shoutout to LUSH for having an option for gender nonconforming/nonbinary umbrella people in their survey you the real MVP

[attic-moth]

last summer in avignon i was at a lush store w/ my sister & mother and my mom asked if they had any “products for men” and then the person working there said in a french accent “WHAAAATT?? ZE SOAP HAS NO GENDER” and it made me really happy