#you will get through this

[thepeacefulgarden]

[usefulquotes7]

You are doing your best, and that is all anyone can ask of you, including yourself. You are doing enough, even when it doesn't feel like you are. Some days are just about making it to the next one, and that counts, too. Give yourself permission to rest, without guilt or shame. And remember, rest is part of the process, not a reward for success. Honor your progress, and celebrate your little wins, not just the big ones. Give yourself credit where it's due. Resting is not the same as quitting. Your best might not look like someone else's best, or even like your best did yesterday (or even just five minutes ago), and that's okay. Sometimes, you'll have to reimagine what "success" means, and that's okay.

[diary-of-a-wimpy-kid]

it's okay to be sad when a friendship or relationship ends. it's okay to cry. however, there comes a time where you move on eventually. you will feel better someday. take all the time you need, there's no rush. even if you think the sad times last forever, they really don't. you will move on to bigger and better things in life, darling. just be patient with yourself <3

[enii]

Swim my little survivor💕

[thatcrazywitch]

to my former self:

someday, you're going to wake up, and the weight of everything you carry won't sit so heavy on your chest. not because you lost it, but because you're strong enough to breathe again.

someday, you'll wake up and your first thought won't be about surviving on anger and spite. instead, you'll go for a long walk to watch the sunrise, and realize you're thriving.

someday, you'll take a photo where your smile reaches your eyes again, and that's okay, because after all this time, you've finally internalized that it's okay not to be okay.

and i know 'someday' feels vague, and far away, and you cannot fathom carrying on with all this pain, but 'someday' will come, slowly, and then a at once.

[kingdomfall]

Sending love to anyone who needs it and sending a Lego piece in the floor that you step one to anyone who deserves it

[the-samsquantch]

I'm angry.

I'm angry on the behalf of those who didn't want this.

I could make a whole list of examples of folks, most of which overlap. I happen to fall into two of those categories and I count my blessings knowing that I have the right to love who I want to love and autonomy over my own body.

"But Sam!" I hear you say. "You're not American, why do you care?"

I care because one of my best friends is American, and the folks who share a border with my country now have a fascist cheeto coming into office. Now many have to witness rights being slowly stripped away, institutions are either going altered into an unrecognizable state or removed completely.

Thats just the tip of the ice berg. I know ya'll who've been informed during this whole election cycle know whats on the up and up with this whole debacle

What can we do then?

Be better than those who have or seek to hurt you. Choose compassion and empathy. Offer support to your friends, because right now, a lot of them need it.

Start small and get involved in local issues and work toward a brighter tomorrow for your community.

In the face of everything right now, living a full life and being unabashedly yourself is an act of defiance.

Hold on tight and brace yourself, but don't give into despair. And above all else, live. Live and choose kindness in the face of cruelty.

Because even if things are looking absolutely horrible right now, nobody can take away your ability to make someone elses life a little brighter.

[allegrabanner]

THIS IS A WAR(NING CRY)!

a poem, shouted across an ocean

HE IS BACK AND HE IS POWERFUL!

HIS DEMONS REIGN SUPREME!

HE’S THE LEADER OF THE HOUR, FULL

OF DYING PEOPLE’S SCREAMS!

HE’S INSATIABLE IN THIRST FOR BLOOD

OF ALL HIS ENEMIES!

HE’S A BIBLICALLY PROPORTIONED FLOOD!

HE HAS US ON OUR KNEES!

HIS AMBITION KNOWS NO BOUND OF GREED!

HIS TEETH ARE RAZOR WIRE!

HE’S GOT EVERYTHING THE PEOPLE NEED!

HE BURNS US ON A PYRE!

HE IS NEVER BACKING DOWN; NEVER

WILL LET THE SCREAMERS BREATHE!

HE IS CHANGING THINGS FOREVER!

HE IS DEATH BEYOND HIS DEEDS!

HE HAS EYES ON EVERY HUMAN!

HE KILLS COCKROACHES FOR FUN!

HE WILL NEVER LET US FUME AND

WILL NOT LET US SAY HE’S DONE!

HE IS HELL ON EARTH INCARNATE!

HE IS MAGNIFYING PAIN!

HE HAS DRIVE ENOUGH TO HARM IT!

HE IS BACK! HE’S BACK AGAIN!

this too shall pass. i am sorry. i am so sorry.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[luneareclipse]

It's unfortunate that I must suffer the consequences of a scratched and dented brain

[evadneares]

Katie Maria, "It Lingers for Your Whole Life"

Damage (1992)

[wintersearose]

I'm not okay right now and that's alright. I'll be fine.

I'm struggling and that's alright. Everyone does sometimes.

I struggle a lot... That's alright too! A lot of people to as well.

[sxcietyfeels]

[mmunson86]

This song seriously helped me tremendously while i was going through my rough patch, this goes out to anyone struggling! I love ya ! You are not alone and remember

“its just a bad day, not a bad life”

I encourage y’all to give it a listen 🫶🏻

[inner-space-oddity]

Vent under the cut

What I learned from being in a mental hospital for three hours

Yesterday, I called the suicide hotline.

It’s been a long year for me, a long life, really. I’m only 19, but it’s just been a lot.

I’ve struggled with depression for over 10 years, anxiety for over 6, and C-PTSD for over 5. Over the past two years, I’ve developed chronic pain that makes it difficult for me to do the things I love like dancing and going outside.

Yesterday, I just felt so hopeless. My medical bills are adding up every day — my primary care physician recommended I see a psychiatrist (whom I can’t get in with until June), my astigmatism contacts cost over $600/year, I should be seeing a physical therapist per my prescription, and my antidepressants are being exchanged for a different type that will require an EKG (heart monitoring check-up) if I am to start them.

I feel like I haven’t been able to live up the the standards I’ve been given, or even the ones I want to achieve myself. I’ve been in a depressive episode for two weeks now.

So I called the hotline.

Here’s what I learned from the experience.

1) When the responder said he would send someone to come talk to me, three police and three paramedics showed up.

They were all wearing disposable gloves, and they didn’t sit down when I asked them to. They were all standing around me, and I felt cornered.

2) When they came to get me, they sent an ambulance.

It wasn’t scary — I’ve been in an ambulance before, and the medic was nice and she talked to me on the way. They took my blood pressure and pulse continuously on the ride and put seatbelts over my body.

3) Because I didn’t struggle or fight at all (I called willingly and I went willingly), they let me walk into the ER instead of being rolled in on the gurney. I appreciated that because it gave me a sense of control.

4) The mental health rooms in the ER actually looked like those in a horror movie.

This was the most surprising part.

The walls were beige and peeling, there was a blue cot in the middle of the room, and there was a security camera and a mirror in two of the corners. There was no handle on the door, only a lock, which I could use to open it, but I didn’t know I was able to until I left at the end.

They told me to put on scrubs and honestly, when I saw the grippy socks, I broke down sobbing (again). They weren’t even real socks lol, they didn’t have a heel, just grips on either side of the sock. They weren’t comfortable either.

After I got dressed in the scrubs, they opened the door again, but it took a while, and I was scared. I didn’t want to be alone, and they left me in there for at least ten minutes.

I don’t think anyone was actively watching the security cameras, since it took a while for them to come in after I was dressed. (I didn’t take off my underclothes, and I have no qualms with my own nudity, so it didn’t bother me too much.) They could have just been busy — it looked like a high-traffic night. But that doesn’t make it much better.

5) You aren’t allowed to have any personal items at all. At all.

I came in with the bare minimum because I didn’t know what to expect. But when they asked me to put my clothes in a bag, I asked if I could keep my sweatshirt because it’s my comfort item. They said no.

Honestly, I can’t fathom why I can’t have a sweatshirt with me to comfort me, especially since they didn’t provide anything to do after asking me a bunch of questions.

The guy who took my blood (they also collected my urine, both for drug testing purposes) told me he’d asked the administration to provide edible chalk for the residents to draw on the walls.

I have ADHD, so those three hours were THE worst. No chalk for me. I made a fortune teller out of a tissue. XD

6) The nurses misgendered me even after I corrected them.

This is a big reason why I won’t be going back to that specific hospital. I didn’t want to go somewhere that wasn’t connected with the behavioral health service I was already in contact with, but they don’t have ER care so that wasn’t an option.

The nurses also repeatedly used my legal name even though I told them my preferred name and a couple of them wrote it down on the forms.

I can safely say that this is one of The worst things you can do to a transgender person in a mental health crisis.

7) They fed me.

I…. Did not expect that at all. It was very much like a high school lunch, but it was good enough, and it helped improve my mood. They gave me Sprite instead of water, which was probably good for my blood sugar, but considering that I had been crying for the past three hours, it wasn’t exactly the choice I would have made if I were them.

8) As an adult, the hospital didn’t call anyone.

However, since I called the hotline number associated with the service that already had my information and emergency contact, that service did call my emergency contact.

9) Even through everything, my parents still made the 2 1/2 hour drive down to come support me.

I remember the first time I told my mom that I wanted to die, she spanked me. She had said that she raised me better than that, that she raised me to value my life. So when the nurse handed me the phone, I was terrified.

After all the medical bills, the stress, the trouble that I had caused my parents…. I don’t know what I expected, but there wasn’t a hint of anger in my mom’s voice.

And my dad, who always gets cagey when I try to talk to him about my mental and physical health, made the drive as well. He wanted to stay with me while I was hospitalized.

In the end, I was only there for three hours, so my dad went home instead of driving the last hour to see me, but I will see him tomorrow when the family comes to see my concert.

10) Despite everything, I am loved, and you are too.

I’ve been contacted by three different mental health services today. I called my mom this morning because I said I would. My roommate came to pick me up from the hospital even though I hadn’t been a good friend to her in my depression. One of my close friends contacted me this morning to ask to see me.

Hospitalization sucks. It costs money, it costs time and energy, and it feels like it isn’t worth it. But after last night, I think I finally realize how much effort has been put into helping me keep living.

Despite feeling like I’m a burden, like I’ve never done anything good for anyone, like I’m not worth the worry… everyone still came to help me.

I’m not alone. And you’re not either. Even if you think you have no friends or family there for you, there will always be someone in your corner.

You are worth it. You are loved. Seeking help is the strongest and most powerful thing you can do.

You are not weak. You are resourceful and resilient. You will get through this. You will.