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You don't know her

To the people who keep telling her to get off her phone her friends can wait realize that maybe they can’t and maybe she can’t tell you that so maybe you should look behind the smile to her terrified eyes and see what lies beneath.

You don’t know your daughter, you have failed to realize that her and all her friends are suicidal, that every night that “boy” you yell at her for texting until 2am was abused for 6 years and has night terrors and is an ex drug addict and leans on her for support because 17 is too young to be living and supporting yourself but he is, so your daughter who you think is so naïve stepped up to play bestfriend, sister, lover, mother and therapist to this boy that everyone else turned their back on. You know nothing of your daughter, but I hope to god you’ll one day find it in your heart to be proud of her because she’s doing everything she can and more. You raised a girl who was a woman before she turned 16. Be proud and stop treating her like a child because she’s the only one who stepped up to be an adult when the adults in this boy’s life stepped down too early.

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Please reblog. There is a text version of the suicide hotline. Help is out there. Stay strong. I’ve been there. Asking for help is NOT a sign of weakness. Stolen from ImgUr.

howtogrowthefuckup

Yep, it’s called the Crisis Text Line and they have a lot of other great resources on their website (link).

Additionally, there’s a chat service through the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (link).

rikkipoynter

Crisis Text Line and the people who work there are so great.

nyokoko

I used this in 2014 and it saved my life, guys.

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

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this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

conceitedtrash

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

#self harm #depression #cutting #i need help

lotusflowersfromconcrete

I hate that mental disorders have turned into a competition. you cant discuss eating habits without someone saying how they survived off green tea for 3 weeks and weighed 4 stone. you can’t discuss your depression because another person has already tried to commit suicide 8 times and theyre only 12. you cant discuss self harm because you punch your leg till it turns purple whilst they slice their arm to the bone. you cant talk about addiction because someone else will talk about facing their crack addiction for 18 years. every god damn time you even come close to wanting to reach out you know theres no point because in other people’s eyes you’re never sick enough. there’s always someone worse off. that’s the problem with attitudes to mental health. this ‘oh suck it up you’re not as bad as me/them’ HAS to stop. you have no idea how much a problem affects a person because, okay it might seem like nothing to you but to them their entire world is breaking down and they just have to wait till they either figure it out on their own, or become so sick that people can’t deny it any more. and by then its usually too late.