#mental support
I PRAY THAT MAY, JUNY, JULY, AUGUST AND SEPTEMBER ARE ALL MONTH FULL OF GROWTH, BLESSINGS, PRODUCTIVITY, NEW DOORS OPEN AND OPPORTUNITIES.
ⓘ THIS USER WANTS TO RUN AWAY FROM REALITY.
YOU ARE WORTHY EVEN WHEN YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE IT.
Shoutout to people living in pain everyday, so much so it interferes with their lives. It’s okay if you can’t do things that others see as simple. It’s okay to be exhausted. It’s okay to want relief and seek help. It’s okay to count on other people to help you. You are not a burden. Your body and your mind are not weak, they are not broken, they are not messed up, they have been so strong enduring all this pain, and so have you. Give yourself a break from the pressure to be constantly working to be productive. There is productivity in resting and healing too. It’s what you need now, and it is absolutely okay (and natural!) to have these needs and to listen to them. Prioritize your health.
*SITTING ALONE ON MY BED* *THINKS “HM, I CAN’T KEEP LIVING LIKE THIS.”* *KEEPS LIVING LIKE THIS*
TO THE PERSON READING THIS, I HOPE TONIGHT TREATS YOU GENTLY, AND THAT TOMORROW LOOKS BRIGHTER.
I’m a professional overthinker, wish i was getting paid for it at least.
I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
I am alive but at what price.
Don’t let my tumblr fool you. I’m an introvert, quiet, and keep to myself. These are merely thoughts in my head and shit I like or love. But I’m dope as fuck if you get to know me.
This is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. But, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. Some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. I see you and I feel you and I am you. It’s going to be okay.
I don’t exist in real life.
THE URGE TO MOVE TO ANOTHER ROOM AND START A NEW LIFE.
