First day of work with depression and anxiety is like I don’t want to wake up because it is pointless and I am worthless and everything is useless OMG THEY ARE GOING TO FIND OUT I SUCK AND FIRE ME OMG I NEED TO BE AS GOOD AS MY BOSS BY ONE HOUR all these is pointless why do I even try I just want to go home and sleep forever

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

omgrwby:

casfallen:

Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue. 

Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark. 

THIS.
ABSOLUTELY THIS

(via becomingroni)

blakebaggott:

There’s no such thing as just “sharing a post on facebook”. You have to literally ask yourself “am I willing to deal with all the bs that this will incite in this moment?”

If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

"God, I don’t want to be hard, I want to be pliable."

Visiting a church, and the message is right out the cries of my heart. Hmmm…

So because of Facebook’s Graph Search, I am busy deleting and untagging stuff from 2009… And I came across the day I became Facebook friends with the first boy who stole my heart. I waited about 7 years for him before realising we are never going to happen, and the latter part of those 3 years deliberately avoiding him because I felt I was too fat and not good enough. 

Ah young love… But looking at his photos, he still makes my heart skip a bit…

I am not going back to 2008 again. *quickly closes that window*

"God, I don’t want to be hard, I want to be pliable."

Visiting a church, and the message is right out the cries of my heart. Hmmm…