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Anonymous: lifes hard enough without you making problems for urself

Thanks Allison :-*






Anonymous: you're the worst

Im glad you can say that behind anon. :)






bandslovesadness:

So, lets talk about recovery. It’s a hard thing to achieve. But I’m here to tell you, that recovery is very possible for every one of you. Things do get better. I’m only fifteen years old, and I can tell you everything about self destruction and the struggles teens deal with on a day to day basis. I can tell you how to dress your cuts in the dark, and I can tell you that the best way to hide them is not to create any more. Life leaves you with enough scars, and there’s no need to manufacture your own. I can tell you which foods are easiest to throw up, but I’d rather tell you about all the healthy foods you can eat so that you don’t end up with your head in the toilet tonight. I can rattle off a thousand excuses like “I already ate,” “I’m just cold,” and “it was the cat”. But I can also rattle off a thousand ways to cope like drawing something, talking to someone or hanging with a friend. Because letting it out, doesn’t have to leave a scar. I’ve learned how to hold in my feelings until night time so that I can cover my mouth, and nobody can hear me. But I’ve also learned to cope with my feelings by opening up, by telling someone, by reaching out so that someone hears me. I’ve perfected a fake smile, but also how to truly smile and take care of myself. I’ve learned that life is tough, but it’s worth living. This is me telling you that you’re story is not over, that I’ve been through it all and can still say that things get better and that you are going to be okay. I’ve had a rough life, but I’m not going sit here and tell you my life story, because this isn’t a sad story. This is the beginning of the happy ending that comes after. I’m Sam and I have been severely depressed for the past three or four years. My dad left, my twin sister died, family members got physical with me, we had no money, a sibling of mine wanted to die, I was bullied to the extreme, I hated myself, starved myself, was abandoned, alone, sat alone at school, nobody even noticed when I cut at the lunch table because nobody was around me to see it. I always had anxiety attacks, became my own enemy, cried myself to sleep every night, lived with an alcoholic, was told to die a numerous amount of times, was told to cut a little deeper, and I’ve even had hate accounts made for me. I threw up stomach acid and food that wasn’t there, started skipping and failing school, cut, burned, pulled out my hair, got involved with smoking not just cigarettes, was hospitalized, was admitted into a psychiatric hospital three times, I even attempted suicide. I have struggled a lot with a countless number of things. But I can proudly say that after all of these years, I am recovering. I went from self harming multiple times a day, to hardly at all. I still have scars, but they are a part of me now. And the fact that they aren’t cuts anymore, is proof that things get better. Rather than running Cross Country in one hundred degree weather wearing a jacket in attempt to hide my cuts, I’ve got scars which I wear proudly. They are my tattoos with deeper meaning. They are proof that life is tough, but you will ALWAYS get through it. I eat regularly now, even more than that, with ordering pizza nearly every weekend. And even better, I am still confident with my body. I used to cry looking in the mirror, now, I’m just thankful I don’t look the way I did three years ago. I’ve been hurt a lot by people who were always supposed to be there for me, and now, I’ve gotten rid of them. Now, the someone I used to call my best friend will probably be dropping acid on a day to day basis. An ex of mine will never find someone who cared and loved him as much as I did, and now I’m with someone who actually treats me well. I have my brothers, my best friends Matt, Lolly, Aaron, Allison, Brittany, Sam, Stormii, Terilyn, Holly, my good friend Logan and my boyfriend, Benaiah and they are all I need. They support me through everything and they are always there for me. I will not be friends with those who put me down. I have such a wonderful support system, even some who I don’t talk to. 
I was diagnosed with severe depression at age twelve, then clinical depression at age fourteen. Now, I wake up happy. I take my medicine almost daily, and even the days I forget, I’m pretty great. I now know that I am beautiful, no matter what anyone says. I’ve learned that when people try to bring others down, that only means that you are above them. I’ve learned to use my coping skills, to shower when I’m sad, to go to sleep and wake up with a positive attitude. Rather than giving up on school, I’m actually making really good grades again, and I’ve started putting a lot of effort into school. I may even get to go back soon. I plan on graduating high school, then college, and then being a counselor. If I could delete the past few years from my life, or all of it because it was all pretty bad, I wouldn’t. Because now, I have experienced what it feels like to truly not care less if I were to die. I know what it’s like to have fallen down on your floor, with open veins, blood everywhere, and having to look up in the mirror and beg yourself to stop, to beg yourself to be strong and put the blade down for the night so that you don’t end up dead. I am filled with empathy and advice. Now, I can help others who feel the way I felt. Yeah, there are going to be some bad days, but that’s a part of recovery and now, I can assure myself that I can get through it. I continued living all of those times I wanted to die, and that, is bravery. If you are suicidal, or depressed, or struggling with anything, and you are still breathing, know that I am so so so proud of you and I’m always here for you because baby, I know that deep down you know you’re not ready to die. You want to be saved, you want things to be different. You may not know it yet, but you truly don’t want to die. You want out of the situation you’re in. And that day will come, so wait for it. This isn’t how the rest of your life is going to be. The bad news? Nothing lasts forever. The good news? Nothing lasts forever. The pain will go away. Just keep holding on. You can scream, and you can cry, but don’t you EVER fucking give up. And you know what? You have a really pretty smile and I know it’s not always easy to manage one, but it’d be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it again. These things happening in your life right now, will barely even be remembered in 5 years. The boy or girl you’re in love with at 16, most likely won’t matter when you’re 25. The math test you fail in freshman year of high school, probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college. The problems you’re facing right now may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a few years. Spoiler alert, you are going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. And a friendly reminder that if you are depressed, it is not your fault. There is a chemical imbalance in your brain, and that is a flaw in chemistry, not you or your character. Friendly reminder that if you are losing friends, it’s probably for the best. If they can’t handle you at your worst, then they sure as hell don’t deserve you at your best. Friendly reminder, that you do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. And did you ever realize how much your body loves you? It’s always trying to keep you alive. It’s making sure you breathe while you sleep, stopping cuts from bleeding, fixing broken bones, finding ways to beat the illnesses that might get you. Your body literally loves you so much. It’s time you start loving it back. Friendly reminder that it’s okay to eat. Whether you haven’t eaten, already ate, or feel like you have eaten too much today, it is okay to eat. You can have two thousand calories a day and still not gain anything. Friendly reminder that you are not alone, you never have been, and you never will be. One day, you’re going to look back on this and be so fucking grateful that you did not end your life. And instead of seeing all of the reasons to die, you’ll see all of the reasons to live. Because when you’re happy, the world is completely different. It is beautiful. You’ll fall in love with the way the light shines through the bright green leaves in the summer. You’ll fall in love with the way your best friends face lights up when he/she laughs. You’ll fall in love with yourself. Things are so different when you’re happy. You’ve gotta learn to depend on yourself sometimes, babe. You’re the one who pulls yourself out of bed every damned morning. You’re the one who carried yourself through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe. Plus, you are literally needed by so many people. Your parents need you. If you have siblings, I hope you know they need you. Your friends need you. Your unmarried husband/wife needs you. Your unborn children need you. Children in the adoption center need you. Troubled teens around the world need you to be there, understand what they’re going through, they need you to show them it’s possible to overcome these things. You are needed. And when you do overcome this, you’ll be an inspiration. You’ll be able to share your story and be able to say “life was shit, but hey, I got through it”. When life knocks you down, sweetheart, that’s when you stand back up and say “you hit like a bitch.” You are stronger than this illness. You are greater than this sadness. You are powerful. You have the power to save lives, and you have the power to save your own. I believe in you. You’re going to get through this. Plus, you’ve only got a lifetime. And a lifetime with you, my dear, is nowhere near long enough so please don’t cut that short. You have forever to die. I don’t care if you have to punch a bully in the face, sleep through class, or sleep for three days. If you are breathing, then I am proud of you. All you have to do is breathe and I am so so so proud of you. And remember, suicide does not get rid of the pain, it puts it in someone else. If you died, there would be a chain reaction. I don’t know if your parents are sweet, and I don’t know if they beat you when you get home. I don’t know if you have siblings, and I don’t know if you’ve lost any, like I have. I don’t know you, or your family, or what you struggle with on a day to day basis. But let me tell you, I do know that you are loved and cared for. Even if its just by me, a stranger sitting behind a screen. And I know that so many people would be devastated if you died. Please, don’t give up. You are beautiful, and full of potential. You don’t always need the gets better talk, so I’m going to be real with you. Life is shit. Society is fucked. But things do get better, eventually. Things will be great, then probably suck again, but things will get better after that too. If there are no ups and downs, then you are not living. “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” Stay strong. I’m here if you ever need a friend, or someone to talk to. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning, you can call me and I’ll be there even if it’s just to vent. I don’t care if you want to spit out your whole life story to me at four in the morning. I will listen, and I will care. I don’t care if you think you’re upset over something you think is stupid. If it matters to you, it matters to me. You matter to me. And don’t ever forget to love yourself, so that we have something in common. My Kik is ill_never_leave_you. My Instagram is bandslovesadness, same as my Tumblr. Or you could just get ahold of me by sending me a message on here. I am living proof that it does get better, and that you are NEVER alone. Don’t you dare, ever give up.💕

bandslovesadness:

So, lets talk about recovery. It’s a hard thing to achieve. But I’m here to tell you, that recovery is very possible for every one of you. Things do get better. I’m only fifteen years old, and I can tell you everything about self destruction and the struggles teens deal with on a day to day basis. I can tell you how to dress your cuts in the dark, and I can tell you that the best way to hide them is not to create any more. Life leaves you with enough scars, and there’s no need to manufacture your own. I can tell you which foods are easiest to throw up, but I’d rather tell you about all the healthy foods you can eat so that you don’t end up with your head in the toilet tonight. I can rattle off a thousand excuses like “I already ate,” “I’m just cold,” and “it was the cat”. But I can also rattle off a thousand ways to cope like drawing something, talking to someone or hanging with a friend. Because letting it out, doesn’t have to leave a scar. I’ve learned how to hold in my feelings until night time so that I can cover my mouth, and nobody can hear me. But I’ve also learned to cope with my feelings by opening up, by telling someone, by reaching out so that someone hears me. I’ve perfected a fake smile, but also how to truly smile and take care of myself. I’ve learned that life is tough, but it’s worth living. This is me telling you that you’re story is not over, that I’ve been through it all and can still say that things get better and that you are going to be okay. I’ve had a rough life, but I’m not going sit here and tell you my life story, because this isn’t a sad story. This is the beginning of the happy ending that comes after. I’m Sam and I have been severely depressed for the past three or four years. My dad left, my twin sister died, family members got physical with me, we had no money, a sibling of mine wanted to die, I was bullied to the extreme, I hated myself, starved myself, was abandoned, alone, sat alone at school, nobody even noticed when I cut at the lunch table because nobody was around me to see it. I always had anxiety attacks, became my own enemy, cried myself to sleep every night, lived with an alcoholic, was told to die a numerous amount of times, was told to cut a little deeper, and I’ve even had hate accounts made for me. I threw up stomach acid and food that wasn’t there, started skipping and failing school, cut, burned, pulled out my hair, got involved with smoking not just cigarettes, was hospitalized, was admitted into a psychiatric hospital three times, I even attempted suicide. I have struggled a lot with a countless number of things. But I can proudly say that after all of these years, I am recovering. I went from self harming multiple times a day, to hardly at all. I still have scars, but they are a part of me now. And the fact that they aren’t cuts anymore, is proof that things get better. Rather than running Cross Country in one hundred degree weather wearing a jacket in attempt to hide my cuts, I’ve got scars which I wear proudly. They are my tattoos with deeper meaning. They are proof that life is tough, but you will ALWAYS get through it. I eat regularly now, even more than that, with ordering pizza nearly every weekend. And even better, I am still confident with my body. I used to cry looking in the mirror, now, I’m just thankful I don’t look the way I did three years ago. I’ve been hurt a lot by people who were always supposed to be there for me, and now, I’ve gotten rid of them. Now, the someone I used to call my best friend will probably be dropping acid on a day to day basis. An ex of mine will never find someone who cared and loved him as much as I did, and now I’m with someone who actually treats me well. I have my brothers, my best friends Matt, Lolly, Aaron, Allison, Brittany, Sam, Stormii, Terilyn, Holly, my good friend Logan and my boyfriend, Benaiah and they are all I need. They support me through everything and they are always there for me. I will not be friends with those who put me down. I have such a wonderful support system, even some who I don’t talk to.
I was diagnosed with severe depression at age twelve, then clinical depression at age fourteen. Now, I wake up happy. I take my medicine almost daily, and even the days I forget, I’m pretty great. I now know that I am beautiful, no matter what anyone says. I’ve learned that when people try to bring others down, that only means that you are above them. I’ve learned to use my coping skills, to shower when I’m sad, to go to sleep and wake up with a positive attitude. Rather than giving up on school, I’m actually making really good grades again, and I’ve started putting a lot of effort into school. I may even get to go back soon. I plan on graduating high school, then college, and then being a counselor. If I could delete the past few years from my life, or all of it because it was all pretty bad, I wouldn’t. Because now, I have experienced what it feels like to truly not care less if I were to die. I know what it’s like to have fallen down on your floor, with open veins, blood everywhere, and having to look up in the mirror and beg yourself to stop, to beg yourself to be strong and put the blade down for the night so that you don’t end up dead. I am filled with empathy and advice. Now, I can help others who feel the way I felt. Yeah, there are going to be some bad days, but that’s a part of recovery and now, I can assure myself that I can get through it. I continued living all of those times I wanted to die, and that, is bravery. If you are suicidal, or depressed, or struggling with anything, and you are still breathing, know that I am so so so proud of you and I’m always here for you because baby, I know that deep down you know you’re not ready to die. You want to be saved, you want things to be different. You may not know it yet, but you truly don’t want to die. You want out of the situation you’re in. And that day will come, so wait for it. This isn’t how the rest of your life is going to be. The bad news? Nothing lasts forever. The good news? Nothing lasts forever. The pain will go away. Just keep holding on. You can scream, and you can cry, but don’t you EVER fucking give up. And you know what? You have a really pretty smile and I know it’s not always easy to manage one, but it’d be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it again. These things happening in your life right now, will barely even be remembered in 5 years. The boy or girl you’re in love with at 16, most likely won’t matter when you’re 25. The math test you fail in freshman year of high school, probably won’t matter when you’re graduating college. The problems you’re facing right now may seem like the worlds end, but they will not matter in a few years. Spoiler alert, you are going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. And a friendly reminder that if you are depressed, it is not your fault. There is a chemical imbalance in your brain, and that is a flaw in chemistry, not you or your character. Friendly reminder that if you are losing friends, it’s probably for the best. If they can’t handle you at your worst, then they sure as hell don’t deserve you at your best. Friendly reminder, that you do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. And did you ever realize how much your body loves you? It’s always trying to keep you alive. It’s making sure you breathe while you sleep, stopping cuts from bleeding, fixing broken bones, finding ways to beat the illnesses that might get you. Your body literally loves you so much. It’s time you start loving it back. Friendly reminder that it’s okay to eat. Whether you haven’t eaten, already ate, or feel like you have eaten too much today, it is okay to eat. You can have two thousand calories a day and still not gain anything. Friendly reminder that you are not alone, you never have been, and you never will be. One day, you’re going to look back on this and be so fucking grateful that you did not end your life. And instead of seeing all of the reasons to die, you’ll see all of the reasons to live. Because when you’re happy, the world is completely different. It is beautiful. You’ll fall in love with the way the light shines through the bright green leaves in the summer. You’ll fall in love with the way your best friends face lights up when he/she laughs. You’ll fall in love with yourself. Things are so different when you’re happy. You’ve gotta learn to depend on yourself sometimes, babe. You’re the one who pulls yourself out of bed every damned morning. You’re the one who carried yourself through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe. Plus, you are literally needed by so many people. Your parents need you. If you have siblings, I hope you know they need you. Your friends need you. Your unmarried husband/wife needs you. Your unborn children need you. Children in the adoption center need you. Troubled teens around the world need you to be there, understand what they’re going through, they need you to show them it’s possible to overcome these things. You are needed. And when you do overcome this, you’ll be an inspiration. You’ll be able to share your story and be able to say “life was shit, but hey, I got through it”. When life knocks you down, sweetheart, that’s when you stand back up and say “you hit like a bitch.” You are stronger than this illness. You are greater than this sadness. You are powerful. You have the power to save lives, and you have the power to save your own. I believe in you. You’re going to get through this. Plus, you’ve only got a lifetime. And a lifetime with you, my dear, is nowhere near long enough so please don’t cut that short. You have forever to die. I don’t care if you have to punch a bully in the face, sleep through class, or sleep for three days. If you are breathing, then I am proud of you. All you have to do is breathe and I am so so so proud of you. And remember, suicide does not get rid of the pain, it puts it in someone else. If you died, there would be a chain reaction. I don’t know if your parents are sweet, and I don’t know if they beat you when you get home. I don’t know if you have siblings, and I don’t know if you’ve lost any, like I have. I don’t know you, or your family, or what you struggle with on a day to day basis. But let me tell you, I do know that you are loved and cared for. Even if its just by me, a stranger sitting behind a screen. And I know that so many people would be devastated if you died. Please, don’t give up. You are beautiful, and full of potential. You don’t always need the gets better talk, so I’m going to be real with you. Life is shit. Society is fucked. But things do get better, eventually. Things will be great, then probably suck again, but things will get better after that too. If there are no ups and downs, then you are not living. “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” Stay strong. I’m here if you ever need a friend, or someone to talk to. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning, you can call me and I’ll be there even if it’s just to vent. I don’t care if you want to spit out your whole life story to me at four in the morning. I will listen, and I will care. I don’t care if you think you’re upset over something you think is stupid. If it matters to you, it matters to me. You matter to me. And don’t ever forget to love yourself, so that we have something in common. My Kik is ill_never_leave_you. My Instagram is bandslovesadness, same as my Tumblr. Or you could just get ahold of me by sending me a message on here. I am living proof that it does get better, and that you are NEVER alone. Don’t you dare, ever give up.💕






ischelovesjesus:

Lord, steady my heart, keep it in Your hands.






themacpac:

theseloversofthelight:

You know what I find incredible?

That we can talk to the Creator of the Universe and He will talk back to us. We can pray and He’ll listen. 

I can have a conversation with God. And I think sometimes I don’t realize how amazing that is. 

Amen.






Singleness is the time to chase after God as hard as you possibly can, not the time to worry about finding a mate. Not every person you meet is a future spouse. When God is ready He will reveal that special someone, so don’t stress it.

blessedsavior:

Amen!😃😊






vousetesmoncoeuretmoname:

How am I supposed to be a light to the world when I feel like there is so much darkness within me?






misveritas:

I feel it hitting me again. I don’t seem to feel grief in the same way that most other people do. It’s not a constant companion, there to pat my shoulder and remind that it’s still there. It’s not an overwhelming shadow that I feel constantly lording over my shoulders. Instead it walks up and…






young-lady-chasing-dreams-deact: Hey guys!:) It's me again.I was just reading Bible (Micah 4) and this question came up to me : Why did God want Jerusalem to cruelly pay back it's enemies by killing them?I mean, He created the law and one point was 'do not murder'. I can't seem to find the full answer myself. I know God is good and so loving and he sends so many blessings upon me. Could you please explain this point? God bless :) Love xoxo Patka

bearhugsforjesus:

NARP!

No worries! It can definitely be quite tricky to understand. This might be long, but I’m going to write what God is urging me to write. kkk bear with me. 

Let’s first look at the book’s name to grasp a better concept! :D

Micah.

Micah’s name means ‘Who is like Yahweh (God)?’ And Yahweh is a *Hebrew name for God. And so the answer to this question is that nobody is like God (Nobody is as wonderful as God is). Micah’s parents gave him that name and that specific name describes God’s wonderful and unique character!

In the end of the book of Micah, we can clearly see that God forgave His people for all the stuff they did wrong. 

The end of Micah’s book describes this with the people singing a song of praise to God (you can find this in micah 7:18). In Hebrew, the song starts with the words ‘Who is like God?’ God is wonderful. There is no one else like Him. He is the God who has forgiven His guilty people. 

So Micah uses a form of his own name here. His name describes God’s goodness (God pities His people) and He is kind to them and He forgives their sins out of love. 

Alright, so the structure of Micah’s book consists of *prophecy. Let’s divide it into 3 sections.

Section 1 = chapters 1-2

Section 2 = chapters 3-5

Section 3 = chapters 6-7

Each section begins with the command ‘hear’ or ‘listen’. It starts with blame and with things about which Micah warned. Each section then continues from judgement to hope, and it ends with a promise.

Verse 1 of chapter 4 talks about what will happen in the last days (revelation). It speaks of what will happen to the mountain called Zion. It will become the mountain where the *LORD’s house is (Kingdom). It will become the highest among all mountains. It will be the chief mountain. It will be higher than the hills. And people from many nations will go there.

So when we talk about chapter 4, there is a big change in Micah’s *prophecy from the previous 3 chapters. He has just dealt with the old Jerusalem. Because of evil leaders, its people would suffer. And its enemies would destroy it. Micah now describes the new Jerusalem that someone will build in the future. 

The end of chapter 3 and the start of chapter 4 are very different. In the last verse of chapter 3, the writer describes very sad, terrible things. And in the first verses of chapter 4, there is a wonderful happiness. The old Jerusalem suffered bad things because of wicked leaders. But there will be a new Jerusalem. The *Messiah (Jesus) will be there. He will overcome all His enemies (john 3:16). He will rule over them. However, only a few people will remain (the return for His followers). The *Messiah will save them. They will love God and they will obey Him (the rapture // revelation).

Indefinitely, God is a God of love. His grace knows no end and His love is unconditional, genuine and neverending. He’s merciful and very forgiving towards His people. 

But you know, something that many seem to become forgetful of is the fact that God is also a Holy God and aGod of justice

"light cannot mix with the darkness." - 2 corinthians 6:14

By His law, He has every right to destroy sin or any form of wickedness.

God doesn’t look for people who attend church every Sunday, or who do that are “involved” with His name. He doesn’t look to how long your prayers or how many fancy words you can use, He doesn’t even look to how much you read His word or how much you know it. To God, what good is it that you know and read His word or do all these things, if it’s not changing who you are?

God is looking for people that live with a heart abandoned to His will and live a life of sacrifice to Him. That’s what it means to follow Christ and it’s those people who God is looking for to be with Him for eternity. People that truly love Him and say, “Dear God, I don’t care what people say or think of me anymore, all that matters is You. I want to follow Your plan for my life. Today, I surrender all I kno and all I am, and start truly living for you and live for Your and will for my life. Here I am.”

It’s about being light for others and loving them as God loves us. And helping others get closer to God. And we can help by displaying Christ in our lives. 

There are many blogs on here who say they are Christian, yet they have pictures with curse words or sexual posts. They have videos and music of the the world’s media and yet they say I’m a Jesus follower!.. That’s not true.

It’s time to start making a decision of who you’re going to live for; God or the world. 

God gave everyone a freedom to choose, but that doesn’t mean that if you choose the world, God’s going toc come saving you at the last minute. 

The Bible says that He is no fool and cannot be tricked. He knows your thoughts and intensions. And i’m going to be brutally honest, we’re nearing the day where Jesus be will returning for His church, and for many people, many kids here on tumblr, that day will be too late. 

That is exactly what the Book of Micah is talking about. God is looking to Zion. It’s what He desires, all of His people together with Him. But because He is holy, all who live halfway in and halfway out will be forever lost in the darkness with the rest of the world that chose to reject God.

So yeah! hhahaha :D :O :D

Micah is simply a warning and a confirmation to the New Testament. And it’s a very strong warning for those who still need to get right with the Lord. It’a gotta be all or nothing.

be blessed, kid!

//bearhugsforjesus






mathsdebater:

I JUST FINISHED MY SHAMPOO AT THE SAME TIME I FINISHED MY CONDITIONER THIS IS MY BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT IT IS GOING ON MY RESUME






You have
galaxies inside your head.
Stop letting people
tell you
you cannot shine.

— "For all those self doubters, take note" - e.m.f.p (via cudah)






cemeterysongs:

Hi. This is me.
Two years ago, I wasn’t this girl. I got out of bed every day, and faked a smile. I played it all off like I was okay. I laughed at all the jokes people made about me, even if they were the most horrifying things I had ever heard. I kept my head up. Anything to hide what I really felt.
One year ago, I couldn’t take it any more. I couldn’t deal with all the mean things people were saying about me. All the untrue rumors that went around. It hurt. I dug myself in a whole of numbness that seemed impossible to climb out of. All I wanted was to feel something. I self-harmed, I had eating disorders, and no one ever knew. I didn’t want anyone to. One day, I tried to end it. It didn’t work. I still woke up the next morning and I still wasn’t happy.
I decided to get help. Real, professional help. I talked to my parents. I told them I simply wasn’t happy anymore. That I didn’t know how to be. I told them I wanted to start therapy. They called the therapist I wanted to go to and she got me an appointment right away. I remember walking into the room. I was scared as hell. It took me a few weeks to start opening up to her, but I was so glad I could.
She recommended that I go to a psychiatrist. The one she picked was one of her best friends. I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and OCD. He gave me a prescription for a few different medicines. None of them exactly agreed with me. After a couple more tries, we finally found the right kinds.
This morning when I woke up, I had a smile on my face: a true, honest to God smile. The past few months have been heaven for me. I’ve met some great people. They all support me, and they’re helping me get through all of this. They actually believe in me, and that means the world and more. No words can describe how thankful I am for each and every one. They make me happy. I love them, and I owe them my life.
It was hard to write this. I just admitted everything I hid. No, I’m not trying to get attention. And no, I’m not trying to make people feel guilty.
Now I’m making a promise to myself. I’m promising to get my ass out of bed most days. To try and be positive. To stay alive. I won’t go back to my dark place. I’ll stay true to myself. I will stand up for myself. And I’ll believe.
I wrote this for one reason. To let people know that it’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to wake up some days and not want to get out of bed! It’s okay to be lazy sometimes! I know how it is.
But you can’t give up. Even if you dug yourself in a whole, you CAN climb out. You CAN get help. You CAN put down the blade. And one day…you’ll smile. You’ll smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, and you’ll never want to stop. You just have to believe in yourself! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
There are other people like you.
You’re not alone.
You have me.

cemeterysongs:

Hi. This is me.

Two years ago, I wasn’t this girl. I got out of bed every day, and faked a smile. I played it all off like I was okay. I laughed at all the jokes people made about me, even if they were the most horrifying things I had ever heard. I kept my head up. Anything to hide what I really felt.

One year ago, I couldn’t take it any more. I couldn’t deal with all the mean things people were saying about me. All the untrue rumors that went around. It hurt. I dug myself in a whole of numbness that seemed impossible to climb out of. All I wanted was to feel something. I self-harmed, I had eating disorders, and no one ever knew. I didn’t want anyone to. One day, I tried to end it. It didn’t work. I still woke up the next morning and I still wasn’t happy.

I decided to get help. Real, professional help. I talked to my parents. I told them I simply wasn’t happy anymore. That I didn’t know how to be. I told them I wanted to start therapy. They called the therapist I wanted to go to and she got me an appointment right away. I remember walking into the room. I was scared as hell. It took me a few weeks to start opening up to her, but I was so glad I could.

She recommended that I go to a psychiatrist. The one she picked was one of her best friends. I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and OCD. He gave me a prescription for a few different medicines. None of them exactly agreed with me. After a couple more tries, we finally found the right kinds.

This morning when I woke up, I had a smile on my face: a true, honest to God smile. The past few months have been heaven for me. I’ve met some great people. They all support me, and they’re helping me get through all of this. They actually believe in me, and that means the world and more. No words can describe how thankful I am for each and every one. They make me happy. I love them, and I owe them my life.

It was hard to write this. I just admitted everything I hid. No, I’m not trying to get attention. And no, I’m not trying to make people feel guilty.

Now I’m making a promise to myself. I’m promising to get my ass out of bed most days. To try and be positive. To stay alive. I won’t go back to my dark place. I’ll stay true to myself. I will stand up for myself. And I’ll believe.

I wrote this for one reason. To let people know that it’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to wake up some days and not want to get out of bed! It’s okay to be lazy sometimes! I know how it is.

But you can’t give up. Even if you dug yourself in a whole, you CAN climb out. You CAN get help. You CAN put down the blade. And one day…you’ll smile. You’ll smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, and you’ll never want to stop. You just have to believe in yourself! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

There are other people like you.

You’re not alone.

You have me.






riss34:

Honestly, I’m thankful for the sick bastards that bullied me. You fuckers taught me some deep shit. I still hate you all but it’s okay thanks.






synistersuzie:

Since when did it become okay for men to be able to call women fat and hide behind a computer screen?
Since when did it become okay for anyone to call someone fat online but the moment you are together in person they have nothing to say?
Since when did we have to let our families push us to…






fell-in-love-in-october:

At the end of the day, just remember: Those people who make you feel like dirt by writing or saying mean things to you are giving you moments of their short lives. We don’t have a lot of time on Earth and they are giving some of their precious moments to you. They wasted breaths and time out of their lives just to be hateful towards you. When they are on their deathbeds, they will look back and realize how their hatefulness stole that time out of their lives.