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#life with depression
healinginnature · 6 months
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Without the darkness of the night, we would never appreciate the beauty of the sun rising.
A torched depression- circa winter ‘23
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notinterested0 · 1 year
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I do not want to change my view of the world. People around me probably think that the way I live my life is depressing. I don’t really see it that way though. I’m pretty sure that they would tell me it’s sad, bad and horrible if I asked them. They would think that I want to change it for sure. That I should want it to change.
I feel like shit pretty often, I get anxiety attacks, I get stressed about the littlest things, I’m pretty much tired of everything, it feels like the pressure in my chest is crushing my lungs sometimes.
Yet I do not want to change a single thing.
Because to be honest, I like the way I see the world.
Because I don’t really feel attracted to this so called „happiness“.
Because I like to laugh but I miss the sadness at the same time.
And because I hate everything about myself and yet I love the way I am.
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theirboderlinebaby · 1 year
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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year
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I bought a new lipstick and it better cure my depression or I’ll be extra sad.
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inspire-cat28 · 10 months
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Cruel...
Cruel ?
Sí, mi corazón es cruel.
Cruel por no soltarte y dejarte ir.
Soy cruel ?
Sí... Mi amor por tí es eterno y soy cruel por no aceptar algo más a mi lado o dar oportunidad a otro ser que también necesite de ese amor que algún día te dí.
Tu recuerdo aún late en mi corazón, muchos dicen que debería dejarte ir y olvidar, pero siento que olvidarte sería arrancar mi corazón.
Dentro de una brisa de invierno, siento mi corazón teniendo un cálido palpitar, el cuál es en memoria a tu recuerdo.
Tú viniste pensando que serías algo efímero cuando te volviste en mi eternidad.
Dentro del tiempo melancólico de media noche me preguntó si algún día volveremos a reencontrarnos.
Dentro de los sonidos de nuestra música preferida o de aquellos sonidos que te hacían descansar, me preguntó si podré alcanzar esa paz que nos mantenía conectados y tranquilos en un día cualquiera.
Dentro de ese vaivén de sonidos y movimientos me preguntó si podré encontrar algo parecido a tí .
Es cruel extrañarte en los días grises, pero es aún más cruel el saber y entender que en esos días no sentiré más tu frágil cuerpo consolandome.
Soy cruel?
Sí.
Por eso y muchas cosas más que desde tu muerte se me han echo difíciles de manejar.
Soy cruel por haberte amado con alma, corazón y no dejarte descansar tranquilo.
Soy cruel y a la vez este ser cruel quiere convertirse en bueno algún día.
Dentro de mis versos de madrugada, espero encontrar por lo menos hoy o algún día, aquella tranquilidad que obtenía a tu lado y convencerme que dentro de tanta crueldad encontraré una esperanza de paz y aceptación.
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honeycombhank · 1 year
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5/8/23
I was naughty
I don’t have much money but I am sick of trying not to exist. Just being alive, that takes money.
I needed out of the house today and I guess I made the choice to treat myself?
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dbrake76 · 1 year
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Im not broken. I’m healing ❤️‍🩹 from a life of broken promises. If your actions don’t align with your words, you won’t get very far with me. All I ask for is honesty. Too many times I’ve cared about someone only for them to have a change of heart ♥️ and walk away (and it started with my parents). I’ve been manipulated, talked about, and left alone, so trust me…. I don’t need you either.
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Ever get those moments in your day where you just feel nothing, like an emptiness of sorts. You're not happy but your not depressed, just like a numb middle ground. That's my vibe today and I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
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sarcastic-salem · 1 year
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Just reminding myself over and over again that other peoples’ opinions of me do not define my worth.
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disc80s · 3 months
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astarionmylife · 12 hours
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The Restaurant
There are the normal people, and then there is me.
They all sit together, a hubbub of life and gossip and enjoying yourself. There are the people with smiles on their faces, and rose tinted glasses over their eyes.
I sit alone, far away. I watch them. They see me and wonder. They see me and pity. They see me and whisper.
There are the people who can remember the past without shortening breath. There are the people without the scars defining the bones under their clothes. There are the people who think of their life and smile, not cry.
I cry, tears running down my eyes. I cannot join them, not now. I would not dare darken the joy I can see. Not with all their eyes on me.
I cannot suffer a bite to eat. Not when it shows. Not when it will cause problems. These words swirl in my mind, a constant loop of stabs at my heart, each tangible and painful.
They are alive.
I am dead.
When could a corpse ever rejoin the living? When could they stand up and walk, flesh falling from bones, and not demand attention, not be pointed at?
I will never stop disappointing, and here is another proof. When they say they want me there, they could never tell the truth. They could only hope for a ghost of me. And I can never say. I can never find the words, but in verse.
So this will have to be enough for today.
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healinginnature · 7 months
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Fall is a season of loss for me.
All my biggest failures, fights, and sadness have happened within the hours of this time of year. I have seen the end of relationships, lost the sense of family, and almost ended my life on more than one occasion. Fall is my favorite season in theory until it arrives and the Dopamine and Seratonin gets stripped from inside of my body and my soul darkens at the rate of each fallen leaf. All the comfort I find after that is under my blanket and alone in a dark room. This is the season I fear I will lose myself completely.
So to anyone else who fears the season of fall, I pray we make it out together. 🖤
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kittywitchdestiny26 · 19 days
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It came back, and this time, it was triggered. I went to my drag show after I left I never felt so lonely. It has been week and I am on day 2 of being parlized. I have stuff to do, but I feel like I have a really bad cold even though it's not. I feel so numb, I don't know what I am doing with my life, and I don't know where it's going. I need to go back on my meds. I need to tidy up my house. Yet here I am just stuck in place not feeling or feeling crushed by my loneliness. I might go visit some family after this doordash weekend as I am very lonely.
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theirboderlinebaby · 1 year
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Crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love. Right? That’s all we want?
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stil-lindigo · 11 days
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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zirea3l · 3 months
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6 years of unstoppable depression, yay 🥳
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