Reality And Sobriety Were Her Only Delusions.

BPD. Bipolar type 1. PTSD. Major depressive disorder. I will tag things if asked.

[girlmostlikely]

Me, still insane: I used to be sooo crazy

[splitshow]

Does anyone still follow this? I’m back and much more mentally stable now but I think I’ll keep this going.

[bpd-entity]

Hello I Am Disgusting And Unlovable

[thesadghostclub]

This year’s Mental Health Awareness Week theme is Stress, we’ve all encountered stress and it can feel like a huge weight when it becomes too much. Remember you can only do your best, be kind to yourself and try to prioritise these things that are making you feel overloaded <3

Read more here 

[splitshow]

Being told to feel my feelings instead of dismissing them as silly was exactly what I needed to hear today. And that’s what I did. I felt a lot today. And I’m okay. Not the best. But better than I would’ve been previously. I’m healing. Slowly but surely.

[adhighdefinition]

self care is so damn difficult when you… don’t… care… about your own self

[bohrderline]

Hey siri google how to stop being so fucking Borderline™️

[bipolarowls]

[thegazingabyss666]

[auntymurda]

You ever sat back and realized how much you allowed yourself to suffocate at one point in time because you were too kind?

[teachagainstfascism]

i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks

[adirabennett2-blog]

Things You Can Say When People Ask About Your Scars

My pages are perforated so I can start on fresh sheets.         I am a sewing lesson. See?         Here is the running stitch. I donated my body to science; they put me back together.         I fell into an ocean of broken         glass and I swam to shore. Lord Voldemort really, really, really wanted to kill me.         It’s a road map. I got lost,         but I found my way back. This is what happens when you try to comfort sea urchins and stingrays.         This skin is a book written         in cuneiform. This is my first draft. This is my second draft. This is         all of my drafts, errors,         revisions, and highlights, all of my pages, and all of my maps; all of the places where the world         wrote still alive.

© Adira Bennett

[splitshow]

I can still remember how it felt when your fingers traced tiny circles on the soft part of my forearm. Your head was resting on my shoulder and you looked up at me and mumbled about how sleepy you were. I wish I had kissed you that day. I should’ve held you tighter. Longer. You’ll always be a regret for me. At least I have the memories. Those little glimpses of what might have been. But I’m moving on from what never was and never will be.

[nonbinarypastels]

consent doesn’t only apply to sexual touching.

you’re allowed to tell people not to hug you, not to hold your hand, not to kiss your cheek, not to play with your hair, not to put their hands on you in any way without your permission. you’re allowed to be uncomfortable with these kinds of touching, to tell people that, and to have those boundaries respected. just because a touch isn’t sexual doesn’t mean that you’re not allowed to have a problem with it.

you’re allowed to create boundaries about what happens with your body and what other people do with it, regardless of those people’s motivations or their relationship to you. it isn’t only sexual touching people need your consent for and it isn’t only sexual touching that you’re allowed to revoke your consent for. people should not be touching you when you don’t want them to no matter what kind of touching it is.

[projectconsent]

for all the people who claim they can’t teach their kids consent because “they’re too young to talk about sex”

[splitshow]

So, one of my coworkers died earlier this year. I was one of her supervisors. I thought of her like one of my kids. She was 17 years old, bubbly as fuck, and so kind. She died by suicide the day after Valentine’s Day. She left a note. It was addressed to me. I’ve read it a handful of times since my management team gave it to me. But I read it today because I’m really missing her. She should be graduating from high school on Sunday. She should be getting ready to go to college somewhere far, far away from this soul-sucking, life-ruining town. And she’ll never get to. I just. I remember being at that point in high school. I obviously still get there now. But I know I could never kill myself now. I barely knew this girl and her death has affected me so deeply. I mourn for her and for everything she’ll never get to experience. I love you, Lexie. I’m sorry we didn’t do enough for you.

[obsessive--owl]

please

[dankmemesreasonforliving]