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Living in London in my own for the last 11 months has really changed me as a person, I’m more sure of myself, more confident and love my life here. This quote really spoke to me today. x
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Rothko chapel interior, By Mark Rothko (American, born in Latvia, 1903 – 1970) 1964-1971
- TheRothko Chapel in a non denominational chapel in Houston, Texas. and host activities about spirituality and contemporary dialogs.
- It was founded by John and Dominique de Menil. The building was designed by the architects Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, and Eugene Aubry.
- Outside the chapel you can see Barnett Newman’s sculpture ‘Broken Obelisk’ that was dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
In 1964 Rothko was commissioned the 14 murals and was highly involved in the design of the space. The chapel was completed 1971, not long after Rothko’s death by suicide.
*photos by Hickey-Robertson
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Exercise - all-natural treatment to fight depression
Exercise – all-natural treatment to fight depression
One in 10 adults in the United States struggles with depression, and antidepressant medications are a common way to treat the condition. However, pills aren’t the only solution. Research shows that exercise is also an effective treatment. “For some people it works as well as antidepressants, although exercise alone isn’t enough for someone with severe depression,” says Dr. Michael Craig Miller,…
Social media break improves mental health – Study
Social media break improves mental health – Study
Asking people to stop using social media for just one week could lead to significant improvements in their wellbeing, depression and anxiety and could, in the future, be recommended as a way to help people manage their mental health say the authors of a new study.
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The study, carried out by a team of researchers at the University of Bath (UK), studied the mental…
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Sometimes I ask myself, “Were you ever truly happy?”
my brain after something bad happens:
me, right after @ my brain, wanting to prevent another depression phase:
April 3rd, 2020 // 7:24AM
he’ll always think of me while he’s fucking you. he’ll tell you he loves you but won’t look you in your eyes, and if he does I know it almost takes his breath away as he’s being reminded im still gone. he will teach you the new things I had taught him and he will comepare everything about you to everything about me. and he will never be able to love you for you, but for the parts of you that remind him of me.
strength
Do not think me weak:
there is a battle raging
on inside of me.
My heart is tired.
My brain is tired.
My body is tired
My soul is tired.
I’m on overdrive but I can’t move.
There is nothing but fake sympathy.
If they don’t acknowledge it will go away.
It’s not their problem to deal with.
Even when they cause the pain.
My mask is broken.
I can no longer hide.
I’m tired.
My heart has shattered into a million pieces.
And I’m left here, alone, to rot in this bloody massacre.
To rot in the poison of something that was once so beautiful.
Or so I had thought.
But apparently my insecurities, my bandaged up soul, was too broken for you.
And you began to question this once beautiful feeling.
When, in fact, the day before you had reminded me of its beauty.
That we were happy. That we were fine.
That the feeling wouldn’t end.
Proves that words are nothing but shit.
And I had always wondered if the thoughts that crossed my mind crossed yours.
If you ever happened to look at me and think, “damn, I fucking love this girl.”
If you would ever catch me reading or typing or scratching my nose or whatever and think “damn, I’m lucky to have her.”
Because every time I see you these thoughts take over.
I look at you, you become my eye, my pupil, my center, my universe.
Just like that.
Every time I see you I go from being just me, to being me and you.
And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
And just like that, with a few words, my entire universe collapsed.
You might try and say you didn’t cause it but you sure as hell didn’t stop it either.
And that action in itself spoke louder than words.
And I slowly started to believe all the shinning stars and glorious planets were not meant to be.
That my universe was never meant to shine as bright as it did.
And for that reason it was destroyed.
And I start to think maybe it’s me.
That I’m too damaged.
That I love too much (as if that’s a thing).
That my heart is defective because it seems to beat and race and stop..
That I’m at fault for feeling the things I feel.
And then I remind myself that there’s millions of universes out there who need a little bit of light.
And then I remember ours and cry..
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Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience it passes. Depression is like cancer.
The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver
HeadsUpGuys run men’s mental health photo campaign for Men’s Health Week
A group based at UBC is showcasing fine art images and concept photography for Men’s Health Week, with the hopes of encouraging men to reach out and fight depression.
Men are less likely to seek help for mental health issues - let’s break that stigma and model how seeking help makes you no less of a person.
If you feel triggered or need to talk, here is the International List of Crisis Centers.
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