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[aaminamuhsin]

"On Mistakes." Art in the Time of Corona #12 by Aamina Muhsin. To view the full series - visit @soulful.ness on Instagram. 

[perfectbouquetloveposts]

Speak Up

The news said that the Netflix show "13 Reasons Why" glorifies suicide... my thoughts on it? Well, if it hits the right people. You know, those people that have a fake smile on their face. Or the person that sees those guys saying derogatory things to that girl wearing jeans that are a little snug, and says nothing. The people that pretend to be okay and the people that are too afraid to speak up, when it hits those people that's when the show gets its true meaning across.

[thelatebloomersworld-blog]

When the world pushes

You ever have a rough patch in your life?? Of course you have, you’re human after all. If you haven’t well than great for you. But for the rest of us, when the world pushes you to you limit what it is that you do? How do you react to it? I know this may not seem like much but I’m hoping this helps me and someone else. But if nothing else it helps to vent. Well I’m not sure where to start. I think that may I’ll start here. And just see where it goes.

[lboogiepopworld]

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month! 💜💜💜 #WednesdayWisdom #WomanCrushWednesday Reposted from @attndotcom (@get_regrann) - Natasha Medlar @natasha_medlar is helping victims of domestic violence one IG DM at a time. #domesticviolenceawareness #domesticviolence #domesticabuse #domesticviolencesurvivor #survivor #helpingothers #liftingothersup #findinghelp #gettinghelp #makeadifference #womensunitymovement #standingwithwomen #womenempowerment #womenhelpingwomen #womeninspiringwomen #womensupportingwomen #LBoogiePopWorld #PopCultureMedia #Miami #MiamiDade BrowardCounty #SouthFlorida #ConcertReviews #AlbumReviews #Freelance #BloggerForHire #MovieScreenings #FilmFestivals #ABFF #JazzGardens https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Hk-KhhZej/?igshid=14f4taf4u93le

[teatime92stuff]

Starting Thoughts || Part 3

Dear Reader,

    I've been struggling with depression for years. This past year it's finally been starting to get better. Even though I say that, it's still there. When I was talking to a friend about it though, she asked how would a person KNOW when they are over depression? How do you know if you are truly over it all? I couldn't answer it. How DO you know? Does it really get cured? Is it like cancer where it's just in remission?

    Like a lot of people with depression, I've had suicidal thoughts. I've attempted 3 times in total. The first time was when I was still in school. I took the exacto knife and I pressed down hard. My best friend caught me. Slapped me. Yelled at me. Then held me. He patched me up and we kept it to ourselves. I wore a jacket all the time since it was winter and nobody was the wiser. You can kind of see the scar still. I wanted to forget but that damn scar was always staring back at me. Things started getting better from then but it was still a lingering thought.

    The second time was much later. I got married to someone who I thought was perfect for me. Maybe I was settling. Maybe I was worried nobody would actually want me but this guy who dumped me a few times before this. The marriage story is a whole other entry for another day though. The night I attempted to kill myself was my darkest time. I sat on the side of the bed while he slept. Not a damn care in the world. Not even knowing what I was about to do. Not because I hid it well but because he didn't pay enough attention to me to see that I needed him. I needed help. I looked at my pain killers I've had for a while. I finally took one. Then I took one more. Then two. Another one. I swallowed 8.

    I sat there wondering if this is finally when I'll be happy. I thought about how I'll finally be able to hurt him the way he hurt me. Then my mother flashed through my mind. I've been with her all my life. I was there for her and she was there for me. I ran to the bathroom and tried to get as much as I could out. I did my best. I then woke him and told him what I did. He acted like it was annoying. He said things that sounded like he was concerned but the look and tone he used.... He just wanted to sleep and deal with it later or even never. He went back to bed. I drove myself to the hospital. He never brought it up. We never told anyone. It was our secret...

    The third time was the worst of them all. Some part of me was trying while the other part was just pretending I was just 'taking some sleeping pills to help'. Six months after my husband and I split (That's putting it nicely but that's also another story for another entry) I got the stomach flu. It was a really bad one and on the third day I just didn't feel like doing anything and I couldn't sleep because of the pain. I wasn't drinking. I wasn't eating. I just took these Advil gel pills. I took one. Waited a few hours. Took another two. 4 hours go by, I take 2 more. This continues for 3 days. I'm slowly overdosing on pills. I can't hold water down and I feel weak. My grandfather forces me to go to the hospital.

    "No wonder you aren't feeling well. Your kidneys have shut down" was what I was told. I was slowly killing myself and one more day, I would have been free. Damn it. I kept thinking to myself that I didn't MEAN to do it. But I knew what I was doing. I'm just making excuses. My family wouldn't have found me in time either. I keep to myself in my bedroom or office. Nobody really checks on me. Only time my sister comes in is to tell me to get ready for a random late night food run. I was so close. So God damn close.

    I know I'm getting better. Since the kidney problem, I was at a steady 'meh' state. Then I had two family members pass away suddenly. I didn't cope with that properly until I finally had a mental breakdown. I realized I needed to see someone. It's been a few months since I've been seeing someone about my problems but I'm still not over it. When will I? Will I ever be?

    So the answer to the question is still not fully answered but I do have an idea of when it starts. The biggest reason I am still alive and I don't go through with my attempts is because I don't want to hurt my friends and family. I'm sure that's a fairly common reason as well. We are still here so that we don't hurt those around. I came to the conclusion that I will know I'm finally taking a huge step to overcoming my depression is when I start living for MYSELF. When I don't want to die because I enjoy ME. I will always not want to die because of them. The solution starts with me. Self love.

-TeaTime

[shootingtheshwithsimons]

The whole time I was preparing for this talk I felt completely vulnerable on so many levels. I have never fully come out to everyone in my life until this moment, I have suffered from multiple mental health issues for years now. I still search for help every day, but now i am no longer scared to say, “I have a mental health”. After I gave this talk behind stage I cried so hard, not because I finally gave my talk, but afterwards I truly felt freedom from my illness. I hope once I’m able to share this talk, my talk with everyone that everyone suffering or not will try to find or help others find true freedom from an issue that millions of people live with every day. Please don’t let something happen to you or someone else because unjust or untrue stigma around mental health keeps people from finding freedom. - - - - #mentalhealthawareness #mentalillness #mentalhealthquotes #mentalbreakdown #mentalhealthrecovery #mentalhealthmatters #mentalhealthwarrior #mentalhealthsupport #mentalhealthsupporter #tedtalks #tedx #tedxlssc #lssc #stigma #veteran #talking #speaking #support #help #helpingothers #freedom #findinghelp #dontbeafraid #speakup #speakout #speakupandreachout (at Lake-Sumter State College) https://www.instagram.com/james.t.simons_/p/BurTq5_lnKbhryUrh7ClIg9kFy6aeSWIyxhMZA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lx3bwao92z32

[onthepathtohappiness3-blog]

“ Its a wonderful feeling being loved”

[you-are-worth-more-blog1]

You are worth more than your darkness.

2018 started with me in bed, drunk, and crying. I felt worthless, like I don't deserve to be here. Nobody would notice me gone.

I ended up texting my roommate about this. I told him I was having a mental breakdown, and that all of these bad thoughts kept coming and that I couldn't stop them. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't breathe. I didn't trust myself to be alone.

Unfortunately, these sort of things happen to me. My roommate helped me realize that I need to get some sort of help; I need to talk to someone.

I recently got an app that I can use to talk to someone when I'm feeling my worse. I haven't used it yet, but it helps having it there just in case.

[onthepathtohappiness3-blog]

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