#june212019

[reygilynn]

"I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I will do my best to give you everything and try my best to take care of you and our family. Reygilynn Ocena Rata, my Sunshine, Will you marry me?" ♥️♥️♥️ #june212019 #everykissbeginswithkay #isaidyes https://www.instagram.com/p/By_1vUCJTLWOtIt9a8fUMJEWQ2sW9dFJbj9gbU0/?igshid=lyeo5v1cxegu

[expressionlessemotions]

Genesis 1:1

No, this is not about to be a bible verse. But whether you believe in the bible or God, there’s always something in every religion that is constant - the beginning. Because everybody has a beginning, right? An origin story? A tale? A legend? (Okay, I may be overdoing it now.) The point is, my origin story starts almost seven years ago. So clearly, there’s a lot that needs to be unpacked here. When I went to counseling (we’ll get there), I had to start at the beginning, to figure out where my trauma came from. Why I’m so damn messed up in the head. It was tough but I knew it was important. You can’t heal if you don’t know where the damage is, right? So, my origin story begins seven years ago, because at the time, I thought I was just unhappy but I realize now I was severely depressed. And thus begins my battle with my mental health. Enter: depression.

I had just graduated from high school. Great moment, right? Such a happy time. Such a good feeling. Such a momentous occasion. Yeah, not so fucking much for me. I had graduated and did not get into any college. Yes, you read that right. I was a high school graduate with no acceptance. I had applied to about six colleges and NONE of them accepted me. I could live with that but my parents? Yea, they couldn’t. So long story short, I was forced to attend this community college that I absolutely hated. It was in an area I didn’t know, surrounded by people that seemed way more cooler than me. Even longer story short, that big change, mixed with feeling so low about my future options caused me to turn into a person that years later, I can’t believe I was. It’s so bad, that as I type this I’m actively trying not to think about how bad it was back then....

Believe me, it was truly the lowest point i’ve ever been in my life. And it scares me so much to even think about that point in my life. I was so scarily depressed that I did things I’d never done in my life before. So I think we might just end here. Maybe one day I’ll be able to talk about it. Or not. I mean clearly seven years ago is not long enough for me to talk about it, so it might just be a memory that will forever haunt me. But the point of this post is to say, that’s me. It’s who I’ll always be. A girl with a traumatic origin story. Fuck that happy-go-lucky positive shit that is promoted all over instagram by these “influencers”. I have demons and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Bye for now....

[expressionlessemotions]

I’m not a blogger, I’m just a girl with a big mouth

For the past seven years, I’ve been struggling with a battle inside of my mind. A dark internal fight that has left me so exhausted, mentally and - up until this point - physically. Recently, that dark battle has returned. And I fear it may get worse. But I think it’s time to do something to shake it away. If not forever, at least for now. So, here we go. It’s time for me to open up and shed some light on what’s like to be, well, me.

I’m not a blogger, I’m just a girl with a big mouth.

[lookingback2018-blog]

#glasstiger #rogersplace #summersolstice #rockmusiclives #june212019 #lookingbackphotography "#lgv30 #lgv30photography #snapseed #oohlala (at Rogers Place) https://www.instagram.com/p/By_n40EApNz/?igshid=eq9ewc02e2gw

[amorfatiyousee]

So which “toys coming to life” movie will you be seeing on June 21st? #toystory4 #childsplay #someonedidthisonpurpose #june212019 https://www.instagram.com/p/BqGME-9ja8o/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11deo5cxfcrl3