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#its gonna be okay

Nvm, I cracked, I watched Love Eater, Heart Eater. Heart Hunter, whatever you want to call it. And to be honest. I LOVED IT.

I picked up on a ton of foreshadowing in the script and I am actually ecstatic by what i think it all means! Can’t wait for season 4!! I think people need to chill, everything will be okay… eventually.😂

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I don’t know who to turn to for this but I ran out of my antidepressants 5 days ago and yesterday I started feeling the withdraw and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault since I didn’t keep up with my appointment with my psychiatrist and I got an appointment on Monday but I feel like shit and guilty that I’m dependent on them cuz I’m young (19) and I don’t know if I should be at this age.

Fam, I’m the exact same way.

You’re not at fault at all. Depression is a bitch and can force us to lose track of things that are important to us and I guarantee your psychiatrist will understand what you’re going through.

I started taking meds when I was 13 and I can assure you, you’re not dependent on them. They help you and in order to get better, you’ve gotta take them. Depression strikes at all ages, genders, etc. There’s no “too young” or “too old” fam.

What matters is that you’re trying and that’s the best thing you can do for yourself. You’ll go to your appointment on Monday and everything will be okay. ❤️

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Sometimes when I’m stressed, like right now, I don’t have interest for things. Like I’ll listen to my mom talk about something and I’ll be excited for her, but if she wants me to get up and move to see that thing, I’m like nooo I just want to stay where I am, I’m not in the mood, please don’t move me. I gave her a big warning last night when I came home that I have been fastidious and annoyed at things because of my period, so she knows I’m not feeling too well. This is just part of it. I can listen to her tell me about the house, but if she wants me to go outside to see it, I won’t want to. I’m not very patient right now and I feel very guilty because I don’t like being this way. I want to show my mom that I care about what she tells me. But right now I’m like I’m sorry but I can’t hring myself to care about anything and I feel bad about it, please just let me be annoyed in peace. It also doesn’t help that I’m on my 2nd day of my period, which means the flood gates have opened and I’m just trying to ignore that that’s happening and I also have assignments due that are unreasonably long for the time allotted to complete it, but we can’t always get what we want now can we?! I’ve been trying not to feel too overwhelmed, but I feel so guilty I want to cry and I just want to lay in bed and sleep. But of course I didnt get much of that because my body is so used to waking up early and I only slept for 4 hours which is ridiculous so of course my tolerance level for anything that isn’t within my sights or hearing is low and I can’t bring myself to care. So u less its not on my phone, I will make a face if I have to get up. I wasn’t even excited to eat. That says so much about me because I love my mom’s cooking. I’m just not feeling well and I hate it, I’m sorry mom.

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I’d like to remind everyone that it’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to have bad weeks, or months. That doesn’t mean that your always gonna be sad. One day something great is gonna happen. Just hold on for a little longer, okay? Can you do that for me? For yourself? For the people you love?

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if you’re reading this and you’re in a bad mental place, i love you. i love you so much and you’re gonna feel better one day. im proud of you for letting yourself keep existing in the world, whether you went to class, talked to friends, just drank some water, or woke up at all. you’re wonderful. you’re good. and you will be okay.

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You post a nice amount of inspirational/encouraging stuff and it's been really helpful for me recently cause I've been feeling ten different kinds of lost so, thanks for that, genuinely. I hope you have a nice day.

Hey no problems :) I absolutely know what it’s like to feel lost (I’ve been feeling that way too a bit) but we’ll both find our way. Don’t you worry about that. Hang in there bud :)

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i don’t know who needs to here (maybe it’s all of us) but here i go:

today was my senior kickback day in high school. i’m in a graduating class of over 800. i don’t think i could name over 200 of their names. probably no one could. but what happened today was nothing short of absolutely remarkable.

the speaker who was brought in to lead the day starts off light-hearted, him & student government dancing & blasting fun music, trying to get people hyped up. in order to keep this as short as possible, i’ll just leave it as he’s really good at his job. like, really good.

then we get into the deep stuff. it’s a room of seniors. keith shares his deeply touching personal story. some of us cried.

keith asks us to raise our hands if we experience anxiety, depression, financial troubles, abuse, homelessness. hands pop up and down around the auditorium. we all have struggles. for the few who don’t, they listen and they learn.

then, he gives some students the opportunity to go up on stage & share their own story & thank someone if they so choose.

the first three kids talk about depression, suicidal thoughts, being trans. all thanking a friend or two or three for keeping them here and holding on.

then the fourth kid comes up. by now, half the room is already sobbing. this kid is massively popular. football player. gigantic. everyone knows the name when he introduces himself. you know the type. he thanks three of his friends. he says how even though it isn’t considered “manly” to love them, he loves them. he’s beginning to choke up. he talks about sleeping on park benches. he’s sobbing on stage in front of 800 people, many of which he doesn’t ever know. he talks about being bullied for being a big guy. “they touched me,” he chokes out, “s-s-s-s-s-sexually assaulted me.” he’s lost it. those were the last words he said before he completely broke down on that stage. his friends are rushing up; football players, his ex girlfriend, people he’s close to. everyone is in tears and all of a sudden it just clicks. we get it. everyone is running up to the gigantic 800 person group hug, crying their eyes out. it was like a scene from a movie. it was the most moving thing i have ever witnessed.

we aren’t alone in our struggles.


i had never talked to this boy before. most of us hadn’t. but we all cried. we all felt his pain. we all let go and loved.

we apologized to people who needed to hear it. i gave out and received more than a few apologies. it was due time and god, it felt good to forgive and be forgiven.

the day went on. we all shared our story. people talked about being raped, cutting themselves, their parents going to prison.

i go to a school of 3000+ students. there are cliques and jocks and geeks and everything in between but not today. today, we were one.

people began the day not into it or at least hesistant but one by one, we broke. we broke social barriers. i told 6 strangers about my darkest secrets. they did not judge. no one did. it was beautiful, i needed it.

people cried in my arms, i did the same. 800 kids cried their eyes out. every single one of us.

my school is not special. this day was beautiful and i hope i never forget it, but i hope others can have it too.

if anyone with any power in a high school reads this, i truly hope they listen and maybe, just maybe, can find a way to come together like this. maybe the seniors are the only group meant for it. they’re the only ones with a past to let go of. i did not go to any classes today but i know today was one of the most important days of my life thus far.

if anything, find solace in this.

those kids who raised their hands aren’t alone.

the boy on stage isn’t alone.

i’m not alone.

you’re not alone.

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I know it doesn’t seem like this now, but one day, you’ll look back on today. You’ll remember how you felt. You’ll remember how mind numblinly depressed you were. And you be glad you pushed thru it. You’ll finally understand that going thru that helped you grow. Maybe you’re depressed, or suicidal, but don’t stop fighting. Never give up. Better days are coming I promise. Days where you’re happier. Days when you can breathe. Maybe it’s a week away or maybe it’s a year. But you can’t let yout depression stop you. It’s gonna be OK. I know even getting out of bed is hard. I know its hard forcing a smile. Just remember. Better days are coming.

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(Please don’t reblog) I was reading some of my blog posts because I was going to do one about how this summer has been a lot and not what I’d planned but then I started getting emotional because I read how I wrote that I was proud of myself for getting through everything that happened the other year and that even though things scare me it’s okay and things will turn out okay, that I need to be kinder to myself to way I tell others to be kind to themselves. I’m now writing a list of things I’m proud of myself for in my diary because sometimes we need to remember how far we’ve come. This summer has been tough but I’m getting better. I’m scared of going back to uni but it will be okay. It will.

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Lmao fluff is just like... feel good fics. Not much is happening plot wise but it makes your heart warm. Literally just feels fluffy and nice!! Whump is when u intentionally hurt the characters for entertainment 😈 I lean towards that lmao

Nooo, I made it so long without knowing 😂😂 but I never made the connection between fluff and fluffy! Is that where the name comes from? And yeah, that’s what Google told me about whump. Finally made whumptober make sense, haha

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