I try so hard to hide financial struggles from my son. I hope and pray he is enjoying his childhood regardless of how much money I can spend on him.
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I try so hard to hide financial struggles from my son. I hope and pray he is enjoying his childhood regardless of how much money I can spend on him.
a good thing to do for your friends with anxiety disorders: if you have a question you need to ask them or something you need to tell them, explain the subject of the question/the statement in the same message as your opening one!
so basically: instead of saying “can i ask you a question?” and sending just that (which, as a person with an anxiety disorder, makes my anxiety go into hyperdrive) go “can i ask you a question about ___?”
it’s a little thing but honestly few things make me anxious like “i have a question for you” or “there’s something i need to tell you” without immediate explanation. thanks!
“call me, nothing is wrong, just wanna talk on the phone” would be so much better than “Call me.”
Actually please to all of this please.
YES PLEASE.
YES THIS OK????? Like I have trained my husband to say “nothing bad, I just need to call you because it’s too much to type.” It helps SO MUCH. Just let me prepare myself, because I guarantee my imagination will take me to much much darker places.
Might I add, if someone with anxiety has just said something to you that’s a lot to process, and you need some time to think about what to say in response, please consider a quick “I’m not ignoring you, I need to think about what to say and I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”
Because that definitely saves your friend with anxiety a lot of strife and assuming they’ve ruined your friendship forever. Nothing is crueler than a “Seen 2:25pm” when it’s 10am the next day and you’re waiting on a reply to a huge confession.
Normally I don’t acknowledge my anxiety very much but to any of my friends this would genuinely be helpful. ThanksÂ
“Plenty of people ask me if anything is wrong, but I find that none of them really want to know”
-the suicide effect
on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.
you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.
and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.
you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right. Â
maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -
“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”
I think I might write goodbye letters just in case something ever happens? Kinda like a will but like different?
we leave signs everywhere. maybe its a post of me not being able to sleep, maybe its me not texting you back for days. maybe its me showing you how i overeat sometimes or how little i eat other times. maybe its me putting my razors in a not so hidden place so you can maybe stumble upon them and talk to me, maybe its me asking if you need something in hope you’ll say the same in return. we leave signs, i swear we do.
Or like joking about being depressed but really hoping they’ll stop and help you?
I want to look good in cute clothes
I’ve been trying not to eat as much lately but my best friend makes me come to the schools dining hall with her like twice a day and it’s hard..
me: why won’t anyone notice something’s wrong? D:
anyone: *notices something’s wrong*
me: wHAt tHE FuCK haHA nO EVerYthiNg’S fiNE
Nobody cares anyway
I couldn’t put it into words, I’m not even sure where it would begin
we leave signs everywhere. maybe its a post of me not being able to sleep, maybe its me not texting you back for days. maybe its me showing you how i overeat sometimes or how little i eat other times. maybe its me putting my razors in a not so hidden place so you can maybe stumble upon them and talk to me, maybe its me asking if you need something in hope you’ll say the same in return. we leave signs, i swear we do.
If you need someone to talk to, just message me or send an ask :-)