I think the #BellLetsTalk program is great, promoting mental health awareness as well as end mental health stigma. Coming from someone that used to be ashamed of having mental health issues, I’ve learned that reaching out for help shows strength. I’ve had anxiety and on and off depression since the start of high school. I constantly worry about things I shouldn’t be worried about. Sometimes, I can’t stop worrying and it pisses me off and makes me hate myself. My constant worrying led to depression and made me feel down all the time. I didn’t have motivation to do anything and didn’t want to talk to anyone. I felt like people would be happy if I was dead and then I wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. I’ve been through things that made me who I am today and I’m glad that I got the help before it was too late. I know what it is like when you feel like life is caving in on you. I know what is it like to want to not exist and just disappear. I used to think suicide would fix everything, you think it’ll end the pain and you’ll never have to hurt again. That is not true.
Suicide is a permanent solution for a temporary problem. You might think that no one cares about, but people do care. I care, even if I don’t know you. No matter if you are black, white, tall, short, overweight, or anorexic, but you are beautiful. And you are never ever alone.
People that commit suicide don’t want to end their lives, they just want to end their pain. There are plenty of ways to get help and get better, but if you choose suicide, remember that that doesn’t end the chances of your life getting worse, it eliminates the possibility of ever getting better. Keep your head high and heart strong.
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You left them running through my head You’re always there, you’re everywhere But right now I wish you were here. All those crazy things we did Didn’t think about it, just went with it You’re always there, you’re everywhere But right now I wish you were here
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
Will you still love me
When I’m no longer
Young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I’ve got nothing
But my achin’ soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me
When I’m no longer beautiful?
Every time I finally have the courage to let you go, you find a way to come back. I wish I could just tell you to f—k off and never come back, but I can’t. It’ll hurt if I let you go, but I know it hurts even more when I let you stay.
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
Then, the day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t happen just once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time that song plays on the radio, whenever I hear your name, or when I discover your old t-shirt in my drawers.
I love you every time I think of kissing you, holding you, or wanting you. I go to bed at night, and I lose you, when I wish I could tell you how my day was. And in the morning, when I wake up and reach for the empty space across the streets, I begin to lose you all over again.
Its hard for people without depression to understand when some days that just dropping a cup of water will bring you to tears because they think oh this is just one little thing but you see it as oh my god I can’t even get water without fucking up and now I’ve made a huge mess I shouldn’t even try
this, fucking this. ^^^^
Accurate to the non-existent period. Which makes sense because, much like this sentence, it never ends.
When they break up with you because they don’t want a relationship, but they end up being with someone else. That makes a lot of sense. Well, all I can say is thanks for all the lies you fed me, now I see your true colors. Made mistakes and thank God I’ve learned from them! My mistakes are blessings in disguise.
"Are you happy" is such a difficult question. I say yes because I have a couple best friends, I party and have fun, I laugh, my life doesn’t seem that bad. It could be worse.
But then there are many nights when I’m wide awake at 3 A.M., I’m alone, laying in bed, thinking about life.
I end up crying my heart out, sometimes not knowing why. Sometimes it’s because I’m convinced that no one truly likes me or no one will ever like me. It makes me feel horrible. I start questioning everything I had.
Somewhere in between all the mind games, lies, and seduction I fell for you. Somewhere in between all the broken promises, manipulation, and heartaches I got over you, but I guess I fibbed a few times too. Remember all those times I swore I needed you? Well consider them lies because babe, here I am without you and I survived.