"The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unlovable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness."
i wanna die but maybe something cool will happen so ill stay alive for now
This silly thought has kept me alive in many situations. Might help some of you too.
… Cool stuff really has happened.
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
"I get really tired. Sometimes I believe the lie that it would be better for everyone somehow if I just stopped, just slept, just was done. The thing I’ve discovered is that the tiredness, just like the moments of ecstasy, will pass. You won’t always feel like this. You wake up, you’ll be high again on this roller coaster we call life, and you’ll hit that low again, too. You just hold on and remind yourself the demons have a demon too, and they only win if you allow it. Don’t allow it."
"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."
This is so accurate it hurts.
And this is the reason YOU KEEP FEELING LIKE SHIT! Stop lying ffs. Each time I’m asked “How are you?” I simply answer exactly how I feel that moment: “Tired.”, “Lazy”, “Dozing off” ect. “Good” is just a phrase that “you’re supposed to say.” out of politeness because of people don’t know how to react to any other answer.
Those who don’t know how to react to people who comes to them telling about how bad they feel; JUST LISTEN. Offer a comforting shoulder, give them a (virtual) hug, be there for them. You don’t have to give them the advices of a lifetime, heck, who does even have those…
Been there done that both ways, and damn, it felt good when someone just listened. And yes, it made me feel good, too, when someone felt a little bit of weight lifted off themselves after they had cried their eyes out against my shoulder.
(Source: bonus--level, via roguescarlett)