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I can feel myself slipping through the cracks again.

Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you’re having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why .

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You need a private talk? Just message me !:)

nubjorkr

-Stay Strong-

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You need a private talk? Just message me !:)

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wnq-writers

This is for the mornings that you chose to skip breakfast. This is for the lunches that you’re still in bed. This is for the nights that you cried yourself to sleep. This is for the rains you cursed because you can’t get out. This is for the sun that burned your cheeks. This is for the wind that ruined you newly brushed glory. This is for the coffee that failed to awaken you. This is for the cold showers that irritated you. This is for the movies that didn’t make you smile. This is for the tiniest things that made you frown. This is for the broken, the sad souls. This is for the ones who lost loves. This is for the ones in pain, the weaks. This is for the ones battling with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and other mental illnesses. This is for the times you’ve attempted suicide. This is for the reckless cries, the tired minds. This is for the failures, the no, the not. This is for all the rejections and bullshits. This is for all the broken promises, the disappointments, and the mess. This is for the breakthroughs that didn’t break you. This is for the survivors of the past years. Tonight, let’s burn this world down and graffiti the sky. Tomorrow, we rise.

MJ (via wnq-writers)

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c-ptsdofficial

Dissociating during conversations

- *smiles and nods* - “mmm yeah” - “uh huh” - “wow”

wordsto-remember

Ghost Heart by Cecilia Samartin

tullipsink

I remember not wanting to get out of bed, and everyone yelling at me to stop going to sleep so late. But it wasn’t that, I was not tired at all. I was sad, I was so very sad that even getting out of bed seemed pointless to me. It was hard, being so sad that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings.

A.M.// sadness really fucking hurts (via beschaedigung)