There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.
— (via the-taintedtruth)
Unfollow the depression blogs, the suicide blogs, the pro-eating disorder blogs. The blogs with bones and wounds, the blogs with black and white. You don’t need the crash diets, the thinspo, any voice telling you you’re not good enough. Not even the one inside your head. Let go.
The beautiful things in life don’t translate to shades of black and white. Stop writing and rewriting your suicide note. Everything you plan to say to people after your death could also be said while you’re still alive. Call people up for lunch. Say it face to face. Say sorry. Say thank you. Say I love you. And live to hear it said back to you.
The word “suicide” or “depression” in your URL does not tell me who you are. Your URL does not tell me what you love to do. You are more than the sadness. You are more than the bones that you’ve wanted so badly to show. You are more than your body measurements. You are more than your scars or your wounds. You are more than your tear stained pillow cases. Your sadness should not be your identity.
Stop searching up “cutting”, “suicide”, and “depression” when you’re feeling down. Search up things that will make you feel better not worse. Search up pictures of animals, good poetry, beautiful places you can escape to someday, art, music, plants, quotes.
When the world teaches you that it’s better to be apathetic and that you should hate, tell them that you’ve hated the world and yourself for far too long now.
Let go. Reach out. Ask for help. Because it’s time to try something different now.”
4:43 p.m. (It’s time to let go of your sadness)
Mod note: The day I realized that I was ready to do these things — even if I didn’t feel quite ready, even though I was scared to let go — was one of the major turning points for my depression. It can be comforting to see that others are going through the same thing, it feels better to know you’re not alone in your struggling. But ultimately, if struggling is all you know and see, it can redefine relapse as normal, making it even harder to consider/stick with recovery.
If it’s too much to do all at once, at least consider following a couple more recovery blogs, unfollowing a few thinspo/trigger blogs. Hear some different stories. Make your space a little less harmful. It’s worth it, I promise!
My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
This is why we need feminism.”
"but men get raped too-"
AND LOOK HOW YOU HANDLED THAT
The flames burned out
not even a spark was left
The butterflies sort of died
The flowers withered
the same way my feelings did.
I just don’t feel anything anymore
Tell me, am I going numb?
Or there is just nothing left to save?
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via theyearof100books)
"There’s a physical component to falling in love - the butterflies in your stomach, the roller coaster in your soul - then there is an equal physical component to falling out of love. It feels like your lungs are sieves, so you can’t get enough air. Your insides freeze solid. Your heart becomes a tiny, bitter pearl, a chemical reaction to one irritating grain of truth."
—Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home