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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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i missed writing poems and posting it here,,,ugh i hate the busy schedule
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Disclaimer: These are small things that have helped me in the past. If you are struggling from mental illnesses please contact a doctor. You can also join our self help group chats on WhatsApp and Discord. We’ll be happy to welcome you.
The 5-4-3-2-1-method when awfully anxious. What are five things you can see right now? Are there four things you can touch? How do they feel? Name three things you can hear. Two things you can smell. And now…one positive thought in your mind.
Cry me a river. Let it all out. Cry for as long as you need. Think about the things that make you sad. Make them heard inside your head. And cry. This will release muscle tension and make you feel more relaxed…maybe even numb.
Escape this world and find yourself again in a fictional one. Read a book or watch a show or a movie. Make yourself feel as though you’re the main character. This will create distance between you and your hectic life and problems.
Move. Right now. Get up and move. Move your body. Go for a walk. Maybe even a run. Just get some movement into the moment. Please. Put on some music and dance as if no one is watching.
Do something good for someone else. This is what I’m doing by writing this. Helping people can help YOU. If you want to do this right now, maybe join our group chats and tell your story so more people will know that they are not alone. What I LOVE to do is buying homeless people food and clothes (socks are super important).
Go take a shower and brush your teeth. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ve probably all been there. Not showering for a long time happens. Not brushing your teeth happens. We survive. And that takes up all of our energy. But right now I want you to take that shower and take care of your body. Please.
Accept that you are ill. Have compassion with yourself. I’ve always felt guilty and despised myself for being depressed and anxious. People tell you “Why can’t you be like everyone else? Why can’t you do this and that?”. I just wanted to be like everyone else. Happy. At least that’s what they all seem to be, right? I hated myself for not being able to feel anything anymore, for being messy, for not showering, not being “a normal person”. People judge and look down on you. Yes, I haven’t washed my hair in two weeks. What about it?!  But all that is not my fault. I am ill. I can’t live the lives healthy people live. But hey, that’s okay. God didn’t give me mental stability but he did give me intelligence, a wonderful heart and the most amazing boyfriend.
Last but not least: Let’s get to the peak. Do it yourself. Well yes, you can imagine what I mean. It really helps, researches have found. Having umm…you know…the best part in the end…will make you feel better. And everyone does it.
You are not alone in this. There are so many people who suffer. So many people who even take their own lives. But please stay with us. Please go and see a doctor. Talk to someone. Talk to me. You are not alone.
Love, Sophia
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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To the person
To the person who always laughs at me
whenever I fall down accidentally,
but helps me right away;
asking if I am okay.
To the person who gets irritated
on how garrulous I could be,
but always cared and never disregarded
all my rants and countless stories.
To the person whom I dedicate this poem,
To the one who stayed when everyone made excuses,
filled my life with happy faces,
You are the person I consider home.
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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I love it how your eyes twinkle,
when you see something that makes you giggle.
How your lips curve such a perfect smile
which gives me a reason to live,
even just for a while.
The sound of your laugh
when you hear your favorite joke,
every strand of you hair, every single stroke.
Every details of you makes my whole system malfunction
especially when seeing you shine and doing what you love,
following your dreams and passion.
But reality also kills me,
everytime I see those stars in your eyes
when I stare at you directly,
knowing it was caused by somebody
that is obviously not me.
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her.”
— John Green. The Fault in Our Stars
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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Comfort
The stars are shining bright;
giving you all it's light,
to stay with you throughout the night
and also give you a wonderful sight.
Make you forget about the world just a while;
inducing you to feel at ease
in this inimical world so vile;
being accompanied at least.
Not feeling lonely, nor feeling solo,
while gazing silently in your bedroom window.
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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Being in love is like having an exposed nerve for a specific person. Like that annoying elbow nerve. When that is touched it feels all the way down your arm which is a thousandfold what the same touch would feel like elsewhere on your body. Same with being in love. Sadness feels so much stronger but so does happiness. Everything is amplified regarding the person. Calm feels calmer. Laughing feels brighter. Hugging feels closer. And when you’re in their arms you feel more at home than in any house ever did.
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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Monster
You're a monster,
I can tell
Yet, no fangs
neither horns,
or maybe hidden;
concealed so well
that your smile
serve as thorns
for this thing inside me
I should have known
For you are a monster
who once made my heart flutter
Little did I know,
your absolute plot
was to make it suffer
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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Fool
Like a pencil that has no lead,
or a flute without holes.
Maybe a kite that doesn’t have a string,
or a bike with no wheels.
What’s the purpose of being present,
when I can’t even tell that I’m real?
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darkcookieee ¡ 3 years
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I’m that star
who shines for you 
the brightest I can be,
Stays with you
throughout the night
to give you company,
Even if it means
running out of fuel
ang losing myself completely.
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