I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me...– We Were Emergencies- Buddy Wakefield (via suiicune) Genuinely one of my favourite poems (via rose-nymphet) That first line always hits me like a tonne of bricks. (via untitledunidentifiedunfinished) First line definitely hit me hard…
And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think...– Khaled Hosseini (via likeafieldmouse)
And still I mourn the baby with no face and no name; The baby I never got to hold in my arms; the baby lost in a horrendous amount of blood. If only I could be with my baby….Mommy loves you, my little peanut….
Reblog if you were ever bullied.
angelsontheearth: 17851 That’s disgusting. Well done society. Well done.
Me: I have anxiety
What most people think I have: I'm shy and can't talk to people. I'm awwwwkwaaaard.
What I actually mean: I have full blown panic attacks which include heart palpitations, breathing problems, shaking, sweating and constant fear that I'm going to die when faced with situations I find uncomfortable.
We are artists
I wrote this one a while back, but I just thought I would share: We are artists. While others are content with an 8-color rainbow, we need hundreds, albeit thousands of colors to complete ours. We do not think in black and white; or even grey, for that matter (is it battleship grey, blue-grey or slate or…). We are observers, often noticing things that others don’t. We pay...
On the lighter side...
So, I went to see my therapist today and while we were talking about my increased Social Anxiety, he commented that it had to do with “in a word, my emotional regulation”. I then proceeded to sarcastically tell him that, “Just for the record, ‘emotional regulation’ are two words, I’m just sayin…” (insert shit-eating grin here). My therapist just...
What I have accomplished today
1. Got up 2. Took am meds 3. Ate a bagel and drank some chocolate soy milk 4. Brushed 4” of snow off my sister’s SUV and shoveled walkway and driveway. 5. Took a shower 6. Posted pictures that make me happy.
Anonymous asked: Sorry things have been bad for you. Have you been doing any kind of exercising or good physical activity because that can be helpful? Eating smart? Staying away from things you know trigger you? Those things can make a difference.
My steady downward spiral has now become evident to everyone around me. I’ve reached the point that faking it is no longer possible. I’ve been cycling multiple times a day and I don’t feel like I can get a hold of myself. I’ve lost my job and probably a really good friend. If it wasn’t for my husband (I can’t believe he has stuck with me through all of this....
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a...– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of being a Wallflower. (via squavisaurus) Boy can I relate to this right now!
And so begins the daunting task of trying to claw my way out of the hole. My fingers are already blistered and bloody and my body scarred but there must be a reason I’m still here…
What Your Favorite Color Says About You
psych-facts: White: Symbolic of purity, innocence and naivete, white has strong connotations of youth and purity. If you are an older person, your preference for white could indicate a desire for perfection and impossible ideals, maybe an attempt to recapture lost youth and freshness. It may also symbolize a desire for simplicity or the simple life. Read More
Twisting and turning unable to sleep DO THE VOICES EVER STOP My thoughts speak louder the more I resist AND THEY’RE DRIVING ME INSANE DO THEY EVER GO Inside I’m a danger to myself IM A DANGER TO MYSELF Inside I’m a prisoner of my own hell MY OWN HELL Losing the battle I’ve waged on myself LOCK ME UP AND TOSS THE KEY Toys in the attic its all getting worse WHY...
Hopefully it will all be over soon…
Do you ever rub your scars and feel comforted? Like somehow you just found a long-lost friend? Like maybe you need some new ones in case the old ones fade too much?
This is how I feel right now:
releasingtensions: sad angry isolated depressed hurt tired lonely numb sore afraid ill despondent bitter languished melancholy suicidal rageful spiritless abandoned rejected callous torpid and dead.
I hate being misunderstood. I guess from now on I’ll just keep everything to myself. Not even worth it. I’m done. Fuck it.