AnotherStaringContest

lms if read, mad lads. this is where I stock my mental health stuff so it isnt stuck bouncing in my brain. godspeed to every last one of us

[tendermess]

[npdom-deactivated20210404]

you are still a person deserving of love and respect, even with a personality disorder.

[catcrumb]

[konoko]

[catcrumb]

[ziggyplayedd]

things that made me stop wanting to die that require no effort whatsoever

change the color used to highlight text on your laptop

move the pictures on your wall

stack whatever clutter is in your room into piles even if you don’t have time to clean it all

slightly vary your commute, even just by one street

change where you sit and scroll aimlessly on your phone even if it’s only to the chair in your room instead of your bed

drink water or juice out of a wine glass in the morning because nothing is real

shower with the lights off, without music

buy $3 flowers at trader joe’s—they look bad next to the more expensive ones but they look so good in your room

start typing things you don’t post into your notes. your thoughts can be worth documenting even if you don’t deem them worth sharing

wake up super early just once. you don’t have to make it a habit it’s just extra satisfying to go to bed that night

listen to the entirety of your favorite album from 2015

[sandersstudies]

Almost all of these are about variety. Humans need stimulation! We need enrichment! We literally cannot do the same thing every day!

The other day I was feeling miserable, so I hopped on a bus and rode it all the way back to where I’d started, and my brain, which had finally had some proper stimulation via new environments, was suddenly ready to go again!

This is why taking walks/drives and trying new hobbies are good for you! Don’t turn yourself into a sad zoo animal! You need some pumpkins to roll around in your enclosure!

[fang-rot-deactivated20230123]

i love being a gay man…love to actually be seen as one someday…

[bugfluids-deactivated20250511]

[nada-7]

no one is too busy, you’re just not a priority

[butchboy]

this is not true. hate bullshit like this, other humans are not here soley for your entertainment/companionship, loved ones wont always be there when you need them most, doesnt mean they love you any less. they have their own lives & feelings & every action of theirs is not a slight towards you or, g-d forbid, a judgement of ur worth. I get everyone has insecurities and mental tribulations but this type of thinking is just self-sabotaging ur self-worth & relationships.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i can’t promise you an immediate better tomorrow, but i can promise you future better tomorrows

[husband]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[just-adhd-stuff]

[catcrumb]

[sadbastardhour]

ill bite you.

[craigslits]

[sadbastardhour]

god i hate to be like this, to feel like this, god i hate being borderline. i hate the feeling of not having any worth. petting the cat helped. why do I feel so bad? its a mix of things I think. id ont like the late night cries. i shouldnt have gone tto bedfor that nnap but i could barely keep awake. even now ims till tired but know if i lay fown ill just start crying more. not that i stopped, but the bed is shared. i ddont want t cry on him. im scared- theres no danger, but i know hes tired.i know the feelings of despair are not permemantbut going through them is awful. God, i hate theat artist and how badly they trigger me. i hate that she triggers me from her comments, not the artist but someone different. am I attaractive? am I worth the time of anyone? am I pverly sexual? ad I obnoxious? am I really going oanywhere? i dont know. i dont like therse breakdowns. i dont like the lonely nights. i feel wered. i feel awafu;. i dont know what to say to explain it. i feel like i should sleep out here or something, but i know that might just make the problems worse. theres not even a real ‘problem’ like that, just with bod and trauama fflares and eneding more attention and affection that is offered at the moment. seeing other people not do well makes me nervous. makes me worry when ill fail. i dont know. im scared. i tired. i want to cry but i dont want to wake people. i dont even know how to cry when no one is around. i cant even really see the keys, the glasses arent on and my weyes are too full. I worry for the collapse of what ive tried to make msyelf to be- i am so unstable that ‘collapse’ seems inevitable. i ttry to remember that the awful isnt permenant. i want attention. i want to talk,. i feel like i hhave to deleted everything. i feel like i have tto start new. i dont know what to do. I have loose ends. i have unfinished business. I dont know where Im going. i can only clena thing sout before i write again, eyet it doesnt feel right ti stop writing,. i dont know. i dont want to mindlessly scroll. i dont want to be alone. i feel awafu;