#anxious
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I saw this post from one of my favorite artists. It reminded me that, even as a therapist, my role is not to “fix” someone or alter their emotions. I can simply sit and offer support.
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When you’re anxiety is doing the thing and you just want off the f*$king swing…
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I love my dog so much, it’s like she has super spidey senses and knows exactly when I’m about to go off the deep end.
It’s like she knows I’m super upset and liable to do something fucking stupid so she just sits on me, gives me cuddles and demands so much damn attention that I can’t do something stupid.
She also reminds me that I’d be leaving her behind if I was to do it and I couldn’t do that.
monsters are real. and ghosts are real too. they live inside us. and sometimes…they win.
The absolute worst part of depression? Even tho you know you’re depressed, you’re unable to stop yourself from getting worse.
Who will dry ur eyes when it falls apart?
I haven’t really been feeling like myself lately. When I wake up I don’t wanna do anything. And when I get out of bed I don’t do anything. I just kind of waste my time. It’s funny because I have all these goals and ambitions but I just can’t bring myself to accomplish any of them.
I overthink because I know how replaceable I am. I’m no one’s first choice or anything special to someone, I am nothing.
I stay awake at night cause I don’t even know what my favorite color is and I’m afraid I don’t have a real personality.
If I’m having a panic attack or if I’m telling you how sad I am or how I actually feel. Try a hug. It’s mental illness. Mental illness. Mental illness. It’s not like “my daughter feels horrible about herself, let me hug her.” It’s “Take your medicine!” It’s “Do you need to go to a hospital?” It’s mental illness before it’s me.
