The Small, the Simple, the Weird, the Inspirational, and the Love-Driven
Holding on is a beautiful thing. A beautiful thing that I am so proud of you for doing.
Holding on is a beautiful thing. A beautiful thing that I am so proud of you for doing.
Sometimes I imagine life to be like a playlist of songs, but it’s on shuffle and you don't know what song will come next.
My mental health needed tending to, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.
My eating disorder no longer lived in the places where only I noticed its existence, it had begun to leak into places I never intended it to go
I struggled heavily with my self-image and confidence and tried tirelessly to fit into a mold that I wasn't built for.
Feeling nothing at all detaches me from the world. I don't feel pain, but I also don't feel joy.
Anything besides “normal” is not socially acceptable and is considered “unnatural” because assimilating is what kept our ancestors alive.
Even though people would be surprised if I told them I was depressed, it doesn't make me feel better.
On the days when my smile is the biggest and my laugh is the most boisterous, I wish someone would notice my eyes pleading quietly for a soft squeeze of the hand or a long hug.
Grief is a riptide that you don’t see coming until the world’s upside down...
We're not meant to remain in this state of chronic shock. And yet, here we are.
Your friends at school start to text you: Are you safe? Are you breathing OK? Are you hidden?
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