I'm still fighting.

Hannah. 18. I'm currently trying to recover from depression/self harm - this blog mainly documents my progress and thoughts.

[missingteeth]

[yetanotherbrokengirl]

I feel really bad for not going to my friends 21st but just thinking about going was giving me so much anxiety I couldn't do it...

[emmiriikka]

[indirectly]

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[yetanotherbrokengirl]

You're gorgeous

Ahh thank you!

[suppytssf]

[rubyetc]

[seanfromtexas]

[psych-facts]

The actuality of depression that no one seems able to grasp is you have to fight for your own life. You don’t have doctors forcing standard treatments or have an entire support team praying for you. You’re solely responsible for providing the encouragement and care necessary to keep you alive. The times I’ve been at my sickest I had to fight with every last drop of hope I had to get myself out of the grave my mind was digging for me. The disease is what kills you. It corrupts your mind forcing your every thought to scare you enough that suicide seems like your only way out. I wish people could understand that… not only to show the respect those who lost their battle with depression deserve and not view it as an act of selfishness, but also to realize how fucking strong a person living with depression has to be to not slip into that same scenario. Personally, I think that there’s always going to be something better than not being here at all… not to mention the fear of where I’ll end up, there’s far too much unknown, which terrifies me, which is good… Because I know what it feels like to be in the position people are in before they end it all. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy and I wouldn’t even want to attempt to explain it to you. Because it’s, well, depressing. About as depressing as it can get really

It should not make someone uncomfortable to publicize facts on mental illness.  Like arms and legs, the mind is a part of the body.

- Submitted by Riley Elizabeth

(via psych-facts)

[yetanotherbrokengirl]

It’s so exhausting trying to hold onto friendships when they’re making no effort at all

I should probably let go already but I’m literal trash who apparently enjoys suffering lmao 

[tullipsink]

Losing you wasn’t just painful, it was fucking damaging also. It wasn’t me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate food to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn’t even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day and me not wanting to get up out of bed. It wasn’t just me staring blankly at your number, deciding wether or not if I should call you. It was me throwing my phone at the wall and breaking it, because I was drunk again and the thought of you ever changing your information terrified me. It was me deleting our conversations and regretting it because now I couldn’t know where we had went wrong. It fucking hurt, losing you had hurt and I wasn’t ever able to forget that kind of pain.

A.M.// getting over someone is horrible (via tullipsink)

[alwaysoddoneout]

[bunlly]

[yetanotherbrokengirl]

Kind of want to delete this blog but I’m kind of attached now 

[paralysed-by-death]

[witchkingblogs]

[itsmefuckingfat]

[extihnction]