The BPD urge to constantly try to explain to them my pain to make them understand. But they never do. So I explain again and again in so many ways I think they might get it. But they just don't. And I continue feeling alone in my mental illness.
896 notes
·
View notes
My Therapist: What are you thinking about?
My Brain:
261 notes
·
View notes
i actually talk to people for once, and suddenly i'm certain everyone is planning to leave me.
327 notes
·
View notes
[image description: meme with an image of a bleeding soldier, on fire, holding his arms out in protection of a sleeping child, as the soldier takes all the weapons flying towards them in his own back, keeping the child safe. The weapons flying towards the soldier are labelled, “unhealthy coping mechanisms”. The soldier is labelled “dissociation”. And the sleeping child is labelled “wow I’m functioning so well!! I’m so stable!!!1!”]
491 notes
·
View notes
Making anxious journal pages
18 notes
·
View notes
Baby, I've mentally eviscerated myself over things you never even noticed.
2 notes
·
View notes
i'm not the romanticized version of a mentally ill person. i don't stare out of windows while it rains. i don't get to just fall in love and suddenly its all gone. it's ugly. it's real fucking ugly.
14 notes
·
View notes
One of my biggest fears is that I suddenly start sleep talking, and end up telling my partner too much detail about all the fucked up shit that goes on in my head. Good thing he is a heavy sleeper. 😂
4 notes
·
View notes
so sad and lonely these days. steddie is the only cure.
10 notes
·
View notes
i hate you. i love you. i'll never stop loving you. this love burns through me worse than anger and i am so damn angry. i want to tear the flesh from your bones to have you feel a fraction of the pain of what it is to miss you. i miss you all the time. i didn't think i could love you so much and hate myself for loving you. i hated you too and yet i never did. i miss you. i miss you. come back to me. come back to me. please. i'm seconds away from writing a letter, from spilling your ink-stained name on paper and on skin. please come back to me. it feels like death. i feel like death. come back and soothe this anger at this loss. why did i leave you? why did i leave when i loved you, why did you? love me. love me. don't leave me again. please be happy without me but for the love of god come back. i want to kill the love i have for you but i just can't.
3 notes
·
View notes
For me, mental illness is constantly feeling like I'm missing out on the regular teenage experience. I've never been drunk, I've never kissed anyone, I don't really have friends to go out with, I've never been invited to a party, there's so much I haven't done.
3 notes
·
View notes
301 notes
·
View notes
60 notes
·
View notes
just sitting here imagining exactly how everyone will leave me. why am i like this?
10 notes
·
View notes
deciding whether or not to keep taking a medication rlly feels like one of those “will you press the button” things
2 notes
·
View notes
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.
--
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.
11K notes
·
View notes