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brokenflicker · 2 months ago
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"I'm not lazy, I'm just tired. and I don't mean because I've been working hard. Not at all. I'm tired from forcing myself to get out of bed everyday. I'm tired of distracting myself from the thoughts in my brain. I'm tired because all my energy is put to surviving and people don't understand that because all they see is how unproductive you are."
— depression is a disease and it's tiring
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justinhubbell · a year ago
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To those we love
To those we lost
And those of us
Whose paths have crossed.
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About this: I’m in therapy. I am in recovery. I am healing.
This triptych is part of a book I’ve been working on.
I’ve been suicidal since the third grade. What I’ve learned over the years is, being suicidal is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not your fault. You’re not “broken” or “worthless” or any of that.
We have the power to change our relationship with anything. We can find balance within ourselves. It’s there.
If you were looking for, or needing a sign? Here it is.
If you needed permission? Take mine.
It might take you a few tries, yes, but there are many people who can help. It’s a slow process but you are worth it.  Don’t give up!
I love you and I’m proud of you!
-Justin
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brokenflicker · a year ago
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"People don't like you when you're sad. People don't like when you're breaking down and asking for help. People don't like it when you cry and say you've had enough. People don't want to be around people that are sad and I guess that's just the nature of people. So if you ever find someone that cares about you enough to stay during the bad times, keep them. They're rare, and a lot of us are searching for these kind of people right now."
— A reminder to appreciate those who stuck by you during your lowest moments.
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brokenflicker · a year ago
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"I stopped telling people that I was okay. I started reaching out for help. I started opening up, but what I didn't realize was that it didn't matter whether you tell them or not. They will never care enough to be there."
— notes from the mentally ill girl
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