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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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@chesed_29
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Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (Dandelion)
“So this is your life, and you are going to be both moved and confused by it. You are going to experience things that will inspire you and things that you will never quite come to terms with. You are going to love people that you will sometimes lose, but you will also find those who stay. Appreciate those people; let them know that you care. You are going to laugh until you cry; you’re going to ache in ways you never thought possible; you are going to be exhausted by the chaos of it all and ignited by the beauty. You are going to be hurt, and you are going to hurt. Sometimes you will be the bad person. Sometimes you will be the one who makes the mistake. Sometimes you will have to give yourself your own closure. Sometimes you will have to let go. Sometimes you will have to find comfort in being alone, in being lost. Yes, this is your life, and though it can be unpredictable and messy, though it can break you down—you are going to survive it. You will always survive it.”
Forwarded from The Sun & Her Flowers
•What does it mean to understand mental health?

Since the goal of most of my writings and of many others is to normalize mental health and the things that come with it, I think we need a clearer view of it. The answer is subjective but here's mine.
What really stands between someone who understands mental health and one who doesn't? Does reading psychology books qualify you for that? Does it just mean running mental health channels and preaching about not stigmatizing? We could tell people we understand them and appreciate them all we want. We can hold events every single day and broadcast the message all over the world but still wouldn't make a difference unless we're able to make an understanding and compassionate generation. What is that like? Well, you tell me. As a parent, would you let your children take a day or two off from school if they are having overwhelming stress or let them seek help if they aren't okay? As an employer, would you accept it if a worker tells you they didn't show up because they weren't mentally stable? As a teacher, would you stop kids from bullying eachother? Would you believe that one student that tells you they can't read because they're dyslexic and try to help them the way they need? As a friend, would you stand strong and let it pass when your friend has mood swings? As a sibling, would you leave your sister or brother alone when they ask for privacy? As a neighbor, would you abstain from pointing fingers at and gossiping about the woman next door who goes to therapy? As a leader, would you prioritize mental health as much as every other aspect of health in your country?

Are we there yet? Cause that's the type of people we have to be if we 'understand' mental health.
@thesunandherflowerss #MentalHealth 💛
IT HURTS. SO FUCKING MUCH.
All I want to do is fade away
Forwarded from apparently i’m still alive (Mike)
I am in pain and you put me here. The one person that was supposed to love me more than anyone.
Forwarded from apparently i’m still alive (Mike)
I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live like this.
I just wanna feel something.
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces ()
I need a person who understands what i am feeling when i say ‘I don’t know’
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
We survived today too yay us🥳
Now let's take a rest, it's been one hell of a day!
Sleep well🤍💜
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
Pen was the comfort side of bed in my tired life.
Forwarded from Anemoia🤍
Nyctophilia •

She wears the night,
Like an elegant dress made of thousand galactic stars,
Colors stolen from dove feathers and small drops of honey,
As her flaws and scars illuminated by the moonlight, an ugly truth.

Deep inside her mind,
Loud thunders and rainstorms, a cold place to ever be,
As the wind of secrets occupied her ears, an endless sea of monsoon,
Like a typhoon as she listened to her favorite death song,
Reminded her wrongs, bringing her back to where she belonged.

His arms, protecting her from the sun and its burning touches,
Gave her wings of strength, a comfort, and her nyctophilia,
As if their surroundings had lost the sparks,
Allowing them to have a graceful dance in the dark.

@myinnerdemons
i wanna rip myself apart i wanna tear my brain out of my head i want to shed my skin i want to shred my heart to pieces.
get this pain out of me.
get it out.
make it stop.
kill me .

@regretletters
i hate that i am so trigger sensitive.
literally everything triggers me and i am too embarrassed to even list them down to anyone.

@regretletters