#mentalhealthmatter

[fitnessdecoder1]

Here are 10 things you should learn from Tamasha

[little-tiffany]

Don't sabotage your future peace because familiar chaos is comfortable.

[survingsenioryearwithdepression]

Sanity? whats sanity? i lost that a long time ago. Act normal? What the hell is normal? Let me just rexamine my life and let me see if i can find something "normal". Oh yeah thats right. nothing in my life is normal. My parents divorce when i am 6, been in thearpy since i was 7, dignosed with depresson, anxiety, and adhd. and take 4 pill every morning. I struggle with self harm, done have much self esteem. Am ignored in my house, by my parent and my siblings. and often constantly feel like i am on the edge of tears. And then i deal with seeing shit online or am told. "its fine", "you'll get over it", "you're being dramatic", "stop pretending". Mental health is a real thing, just cause you cant say it doesnt mean it isnt real. Be supportive. you dont know what people are going through.

[aaronhillsworld]

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[vio---lante]

Tell me this isn't just mental illness.

[the-old-boneyard]

Go ahead. Get a treato. On me. My sweet darling Popper - whom may very well have saved my life and inspired me to do art again. The strangest, silliest, most heartwarming inspiration I've ever had. I finished your little smile and I realized - maybe for the first time in over a decade, that I was also smiling. Thank you, Popper. I think you saved a trans man's life and all it took was one single treato. I'd be lying if I didn't cry every time I ran into Popper now because that game legitimately got me through being abused. I can laugh in the face of the Avatar of the God of Death Myrkul I can feel safe while naked and vulnerable in the present of Shar I can be the whipping boy of Loviatar and plead for more pain I can distract the dominating hand of Bane my tears I will succumb to them, as we all do, and I'll be laughing all the while

[irenekohstudio]

"I am enough just as I am, You are enough just as you are" Repeat it with me

[secondblooms]

"I see you. The ones who can't sleep at night because our soul doesn't know peace. The ones who look for the beauty in darkness because it's all we have. The ones who love the wolves, instead of fearing them. The ones who play the same sad songs over and over, to feel every ounce of our emotions. The ones who wake up each day and place a smile on our face for the sake of others, so no one worries about you.

I see you, the ones who struggle to wake up and fight each day. The ones who have more bad days than good under their belt. I see you still getting up and trying, even if every ounce of you internally wants to quit.

I see you, fantasizing over the fairy tale, even if life has given you the exact opposite. I see you never losing hope. The hopeless romantics, the empaths, the fighters.

I see you, and you are beautiful because you never give up. You're beautiful because you allow yourself to feel the highs and the lows, and accept that life comes with both.

I see you, but it's time for you to see yourself, the way the rest of us see you. You are more than enough, and your depths do not make you hard to love. They make you even more worthy of love. And it all starts with the love you give yourself.

I see you, the world hasn't been kind to you… but I will.

I see you, because in you, I see me. And I want you to know that you are not alone."

-B. Vigil

[larimar]

selfcare.recipe

[moonshadowmystique]

"Sometimes, people need to paint you as the villain so they don’t have to face their own guilt for how they treated you."

[little-tiffany]

My therapist said, "You like taking care of people because it heals the part of you that needed someone to take care of you."

[mayahigh]

“You are free, and that is why you are lost.”

- Franz Kafka

[aaronhillsworld]

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[annagxx]

From the behalf of all the PCOS girly

I want to take a moment to share what it’s like to live with PCOS, because I feel like so many people don’t truly understand. Every day is a struggle, and it feels like I’m fighting a battle that no one else can see. I hear the same advice over and over: “You just need to lose weight.” But what people don’t realize is that I’m already trying my hardest. I’m watching what I eat, exercising regularly, and doing everything I can to feel good about myself. Yet, despite all my efforts, the changes I want just don’t seem to come. PCOS has a way of making everything feel impossible. It’s not just about weight; it’s about the symptoms that come with this condition. The hair thinning is disheartening—I used to love my hair, but now I constantly worry about how it looks. And then there’s the unwanted body and facial hair. I find myself spending so much time trying to hide it, trying to fit an image that society expects of me. It feels suffocating. The pain can be unbearable. There are days when I can hardly get out of bed because of the cramps and fatigue. I feel like I’m dragging myself through life, and even when I’m doing my best, I’m met with judgment instead of compassion. The moon face, the fatigue, it all contributes to a feeling of hopelessness. When I share my struggles, I often get responses that make me feel worse. I’m not looking for sympathy; I’m looking for understanding. When I mention that I don’t feel good in certain clothes, I don’t need someone to remind me to just lose weight. I need support. I need people to listen, to acknowledge what I’m going through, and to just be there for me. Every time someone brings up my weight or suggests a simple solution, it adds to my stress. Stress makes everything worse; it raises my cortisol levels and triggers more symptoms. I’m already feeling overwhelmed; I don’t need more negativity in my life. I just want to feel human. I want to be seen for who I am, not just my weight or my appearance. I’m trying my best to cope with a condition that I didn’t choose. If you can’t offer support, please be kind. Understand that every judgment, every comment adds to my pain. I’m asking for a little empathy. A little kindness can go a long way. It’s not easy living with PCOS, but with understanding and compassion, it can be a bit more bearable. Please, just be there for me. That’s all I need.

-A Message from a Girl with pcos

[girltalkcollectives]

My Journey with Depression: It’s Okay to Ask for Help

TW: depression, suicidal thoughts

I got diagnosed with depression last week. After six years of struggling, I finally have a name for what I’ve been experiencing. I’m writing this because I need to process everything, and because maybe someone else needs to read it.

Looking back, the signs were there in high school. I was 14 when things started to change. Everything felt heavy, like I was moving through life underwater. I never told anyone about these feelings I was having because I thought I’d be brushed aside and told it was just part of being a teenager. 

The hardest part was how unpredictable it all felt. Some days (or weeks) I was fine – I could laugh with friends, enjoy my hobbies, and feel normal. Then, without warning the darkness would creep back in. These cycles of feeling okay and then falling back into emptiness made me doubt myself even more. Was I really struggling, or was I just being dramatic? The good days made me question if I was making up the bad ones.

For six years, I tried to convince myself that this was normal. That everyone had periods where they couldn’t get out of bed, where basic tasks like showering felt impossible. That the emptiness I felt was just part of growing up. The ups and downs confused me – if I could feel fine sometimes, shouldn’t I be able to feel fine all the time?

But there’s a fundamental difference between being sad and being depressed. Being sad is temporary – you feel it, process it, and move forward. Depression comes in waves. Sometimes the waters are calm, and you think you’ve finally learned to swim. Then suddenly you’re drowning again, and those moments of peace feel like they never existed. The things that once brought you joy feel pointless. And slowly, quietly, your brain starts telling you that maybe the world would be better off without you.

That’s the scariest part to write about. The moments when existing feels like too much work. The times when the pain is so overwhelming that disappearing forever seems like the only escape. I never told anyone about these thoughts. How could I? Especially when some days I felt perfectly fine – I was afraid no one would believe me. So I smiled in photos, went to class, and pretended everything was fine.

Last week, sitting in the doctor’s office, I finally told someone everything. How some days it takes all my energy just to exist. How the good days almost make the bad days worse because they remind me of who I used to be. How terrified I am that this is just who I am now. Instead of dismissing me, she listened. She explained that sometimes depression comes in cycles, and that these fluctuations are part of the condition, not evidence that I’m making it up. She validated what I’ve been feeling. She told me that depression is a medical condition, not a personal failure.

I’m starting medication soon. The doctor explained everything – how it works, potential side effects, what to expect. I’m nervous about it, but for the first time in years, I also feel hopeful. This isn’t a magic solution, but it’s a step forward. It’s me choosing to fight for myself.

I wish I could go back and tell my 14-year-old self that it wasn't normal to feel this way. That the emptiness wasn't just "part of life." That asking for help wasn't weakness – it was strength. That the good days didn't invalidate the bad ones. But I can't change the past. What I can do is share my story now, in case someone else needs to hear it.

If you're reading this and recognizing yourself in these words, please know that you don't have to suffer in silence. You don't have to wait six years like I did. Whether your depression is constant or comes in waves, your feelings are valid. Your struggle is real. And there are people who want to help.

Depression lies to you. It isolates you. It makes you think you're alone in this. But you're not. I'm not. And while I don't know exactly what the future holds, I know that finally acknowledging this and seeking help was the right choice.

This is my story. It's still being written. But at least now I'm not pretending anymore. And that feels like the first real breath I've taken in years.

Take care of yourselves.

[actnowformentalhealth-anmh]

Introducing the Self-Care Challenge: Bad Mental Health Day Edition. 🌟 Because on tough days, self-care isn't a luxury—it's a necessity. This post provides simple yet powerful ways to nurture your well-being when you need it most. Remember, you're not alone, and taking care of yourself is an act of courage and compassion. 💖