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words-on-pa-per · 7 days
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Happy mental health awareness month! Celebrate by taking a self care day and checking to see what your mental energy is at.
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yourmentalhealthpal · 29 days
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Let's explore the signs of splitting in BPD.
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On my way to group therapy …
In a van of strangers,
Being triggered by the radio hosts,
And bringing it to group …
As a hot mess and trying not to offend anyone’s opinions …
My brain is already shot for the day.
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coldyxjdl · 11 months
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Mental HeaLTh
Me: I love u Them: We hate u Me: I need u Them: Ur worthless Me: I'm a no-one, it's ok, i'll be fine Them: You're definitely right, no one cares Quit trying to please others or fit yourself into some kind of box because it never helps or works for long. "Individuality is the key to my capability and your envy"
-Coldyy
*someone is always there, I learned that* :)
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supersvgsp · 10 months
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Call Your Mom Noah Kahan Vintage Mental Health PNG File
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saiikavon · 11 months
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So I don’t think I actually want to work from home. I don’t really want to turn my safe living space into a place where I also work because that actually sounds not fun. I’m sure I largely insisted upon it because I stubbornly wanted to push back against the assumption that I wanted it because I didn’t want to go outside. I’m wary of anyone who tells me to “step out of your comfort zone” because that usually sounds to me like “do things that make you demonstrably uncomfortable and even stressed because it’s good for you somehow.” That’s been my experience and that’s what I subject myself to whenever I attempt to get along with new people. I’m not allowing myself to do it on my terms.
The thing is, though, I like being around people. It makes me feel like a baby bison circled by a bunch of big bison, all safe from harmful things. What I don’t like, and what I have frequently been forced to do for work, is people-pleasing for eight straight hours a day for five days a week. I don’t want to be asked to hold a conversation about things I don’t know or care about when I’m trying to work. I don’t want to constantly worry that one misstep means nuclear fucking detonation. I’ve been largely afraid that going back to work in any capacity would be more of the same. Having to force myself to be open and lively and friendly for 40 hours a week until even talking to people I genuinely like and care about feels like rubbing sandpaper on my skin.
That in mind, my increasingly awesome job counselor and I are looking into an interview at a library next week. Mostly just networking and getting a feel for the place. Hopefully that puts me in the direction of a nice, quiet job, if nothing else. Fingers crossed.
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boyinblueness · 1 year
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".....its a cloudy sunday evening and its drizzling i can smell the rain the sky looks brilliant what more do i need to keep myself happy, the sound of thunder carreses and calms my mind down, nature heals me, slowly but surely. looking forward to beautiful days yet to come."
- excerpt from my journal today, feeling hope and stability after a long time. so i thought i'd share <3 ;)
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xandrawritesvt · 1 year
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Some Notes on Mindfulness and My Anxiety
I want to make it clear that I both support people learning meditation to cope with their anxiety and people taking their meds. Its not an "either-or" thing, and I am an example of that myself.
Sometimes my anxiety gets so bad that all I can do is take my meds (in this case I am referring to my antihistimine), play a videogame and wait until I settle down. Other times, I can watch my breath and let that settle my mind. Usually the first instance is more severe than the latter.
Duration is important, to. If the anxiety-provoking situation is long, periodic meditation can help. If its a quick and overwhelming attack, best to take my meds. That's just me, someone may find a different balance works for them. Every brain and body is different, and has different needs.
Point being, there are multiple kinds of tools to deal with anxiety and knowing what works best for you in which situations is incredibly useful.
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losing-nights · 1 year
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Everyone must let their trauma define themselves.
But at some point we must understand that there is love outside of suffering. Comfort outside of pain. There is a time to let the trauma consume us.
And there is a time to let us consume it.
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meatpoto · 2 years
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God there’s really nothing good abt where I live rn the psych hospitals are ass except one but can’t stay there these bitch ass doctors talking me and foster care haven’t heard back from them in while and then they wonder why so many fucking kids k1ll themselves why all the children psych wards are so full my mom and dad are piece of shit humans that can’t even drive me to school in the morning I have to walk for like 30 mins I and it takes 3 mins by car god I just want fuckin, my own father told me he was gonna kill me and I still live with this bitch are you minding me video evidence and everything them saying that what they did is all I got so tried I planed to kill them and all you got to say abt this is “their a teenage growing and changing” SUCK MY DIC
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nite-gallery · 2 years
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I just wanna die. I’m useless. Why. All I can ask is why. When am I gonna live, I’m tired of life as is. Just kill me. I’ve asked god so many times to take my life. Ik I’ll go to hell. I don’t wanna be there either. I just want to never exist. I’ll kill myself one of these days. I’m just waiting.
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disco-emferno · 3 months
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Writing is Hard
When I think about writing, I immediately recoil. When did that change? Writing used to give me such joy, and I would write all of the time. From elementary through 9th grade, I remember writing stories, fanfiction, all types of stuff like that. Then, sophomore year, again I come to sophomore year as a turning point in my life. I also quit running track that year and shifted focus on more teenager things. I immediately wanted a license and a job, not that I was going to get a car due to my family’s financial circumstances, but to grow up and join society, become independent. So that’s what I did: I worked at the mall and I werked it with the boys because oh yeah, sophomore year was the year I turned hot. Finally, my life was starting to emulate the stories I had passionately written. I was fifteen years old; I’m twenty-eight as I’m writing this now. I hate using the term “boy-crazy” but I was. I lived in a fantasy world where men (one specific boy actually) loved me and cared for me. Fortunately, I had the foresight to not have casual sex in high school, and I did not drink or do drugs to excess. But I still lived. I graduated high school 10 years ago which on the one hand seems right, but the other seems like it can’t have been that little time. I was a child only 10 years ago? Because, looking back now, I was still a child at 18. And there were things about myself that I didn’t like, but didn’t really know how to deal with them. I remember intermittently writing throughout high school and freshman year of college, then it really taking off again as I learned about Buddhist Psychology and Philosophy. And in the past few years it’s tapered off again, because it fills me with such dread. Looking back now, it was something that was of great importance to me growing up. And then something changed. Or, could it be that my love life had finally settled down, as I had my first two big relationships, and I didn't have much to write about anymore? I’ve had fewer and fewer friends as I’ve grown up too, cutting out the potential for drama. What else is there to write about? Trauma? How to move in the world as a single attractive female?  Feminism? Drinking Wine? Smoking Weed? Smoking tobacco? Working full time? Mental illness?
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It's Christmas Eve and I cannot stop crying
I have always told that I have a "pretty smile", and that's one of the little things in me that I can say I find pretty.
I haven't been able to smile in a very long time, to genuinely smile...and I would love to be part of the Christmas joy. Yet I'm crying and crying...
If you cannot be happy today, if you have to fake a smile around others, if you are around people you don't want to be around with, if you are struggling mentally, emotionally, financially, battling eating disorders, chronic pain, mourning...sending love.
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kc22invesmentsblog · 5 months
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Thriving Through Financial Challenges: Prioritizing Mental Well-being
Written by Delvin In today’s fast-paced world, it’s no secret that money plays a significant role in our lives. While financial stability is important, it’s essential to acknowledge the impact money problems can have on our mental health. As an unknown sage once said, “Money problems can take a toll on your mental health. Seek support and take care of yourself.” In this Thursday motivational…
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thesobercoachuk · 10 months
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A journal for purposeful living
I’ve recently started keeping a daily journal. It’s been very cathartic in many ways and really helps me keep track of my life. I now start my day my affirming what I’m grateful for and why. I set myself a list of goals for the day and I try my best to achieve them all. If I don’t manage to get everything on the list done I don’t worry. At the end of the day I just Write in my journal about what…
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4:50am and utterly dissociated …
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