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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 My Depression Notes
All The Bright Places >>>>>>>>>>>
My Depression Notes
All The Bright Places >>>>>>>>>>>
It may not be for many but this is the best movie ever created,especially covering the topics of mental illness...Go argue with the wall.
My Depression Notes
All The Bright Places >>>>>>>>>>>
Sometimes I get into these dark moods and I think too fast to keep track of anything and it's like my thoughts are all gone at once.
በመንገዴ pinned «I look back to who I was and what I had in the past and all I feel in my heart is grief for the pieces I have lost,people i have loved....grief for my soul as it bears the unbearable.»
I hope you found what you were looking for.
I hope you know I grew my hair out long and your sisters just fight.
I will keep playing that Jack white song if it keeps you alive.
I WILL KEEP BURNING MY BRIDGES DOWN IF IT KEEPS YOU ALIVE.💔
when i look in the mirror, i can see my 6-year-old self and i always whisper “i’m sorry” as if i could comfort that little child.

@regretletters
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
Good morning and I a want to remind you that we do not deny our history, our reality, our wounds, or what childhood accidents, family problems, the horror of the outside, and the intransigence of societies left us, and we do not say we were not harmed, nor were we hurt in life by an arrow, nor do we name what happened to us without its name, but we do not cling to it! We allow our pain to remain, but we allow it to leave, and we allow ourselves to heal and be saved from pain, committed to our responsibility to give ourselves a good and dignified life worthy of us, and make our efforts to fix the imbalance, heal ills, heal wounds, and put our hands flat as a gift for those who wish to survive with us. I meant we the one who dare to read calmly while the storm is beneath us.
በመንገዴ pinned «March 25, 1950, the Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote in the last pages of his unfinished diary, The Business of Living: “We do not commit suicide because of love for a woman, but rather we commit suicide because love, that is, love, reveals our nakedness and…»
He looks through the wound of my life like it’s light. So I let him.
This is as peaceful as it could get🖤
This photos are home.🖤