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Hey, you
Yeah, you.
The one with the scars.
The one eating 3,000 cals because he/sheâs recovering.
The one contemplating a relapse.
I am so
so
proud of you.
Youâre amazing.
Youâre alive.
And I am so glad.
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if youâre having a bad day⌠hereâs a smiling alpaca
You have permission to eat even if...
you havenât exercised
you ate too much yesterday
you ate too much today
you donât know the exact nutritional value of the meal
you have gained weight
feel like you donât deserve it
you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. youâre allowed to be kind to yourself.
Choose recovery <3
Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You donât know if they are listening, and you donât know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.
please don't ever think that no one cares about you
I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably havenât had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.
We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldnât save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMTâs, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.
I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.
I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.
I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.
I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.
Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You donât ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.
But someone loves you.
damnâŚ.
This made me cry
When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadnât cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.
There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.
There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person Iâve met.
Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said âoh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?â
People definitely do care about us even if we donât think they do, and to the original poster?
Your faces are never forgotten either.
Youâre more than heroes to me.
Im not crying you areÂ
If someone can't meet you where you are and understand your circumstances, then you shouldn't make the effort for them.
Yeah, I'm up late eating an entire load of food. You got a problem with that?
