By the time I tell everyone I am genderqueer, my hair will be very long. I can’t wait to cut it above my shoulders.
NO nO No no
Okay. I have to rant about this.
Mental illnesses do NOT work like this.
So, I have severe depression, right? And I also have someone that I’m interested in and I spend a lot of time talking with him. And guess what? He doesn’t make everything go away- not even a little. I have still contemplated suicide when I am right across from him talking to him.
Why is that?
Because my depression and my eating disorder are brain illnesses. There is a flaw in my brain chemistry and my thought patterns are flawed. And finding someone to love will not change that. Not at all.
Human attention- friendly or romantically- can distract the feelings but not silence them.
I’m sick and tired of people assuming that this is the quickest fix to mental illness. If I broke an arm, and my boyfriend came over to make it feel better, I would still have a broken arm at the end of the day because him kissing my arm wouldn’t actually fix the problem.
It’s the same way with mental illness. It can only get better from the proper professional treatment catered to a single person.
Stop stigmatizing mental illnesses.
also this picture is heteronormative but we’re going to ignore that for now
Finally someone says it
Lately I’ve been wanting to go back to my old ways and not eat.
Friendly reminder that you don’t always know what’s going on on the other side of the screen…
I really worry sometimes people might be like this when talking to them
please if you’re a friend or anyone really and you’re ever upset like this don’t try and hide it, I’m always willing to be a shoulder to cry on :c
basically.I’ve done this so many times, it’s depressing.
If any of you are ever down and ever need anyone to talk to
I’m always, -always- open to talk
And even if I’m not, I know people who will be.
This is for anyone who have ever felt this way.
My best friend wants to kill herself, that’s all I have to say
I see her mental state degrading each and every single day
There’s not a word that I can say to ever make her understand
I made a promise to myself that I won’t watch her life end
I kissed her wrists and told that I’ll always hold her close
But then I turn around and swallow a bottle to overdose
Feeling so comatose, it’s the only way I’ll get by
And ignore all the thoughts that are screaming at me to die