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Find a lover who says “I see your trauma, and I know you are so much more than your experiences.” That kind of love and support that helps you heal, grow, thrive.

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do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

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If you dont grab her booty while you kiss her why do you even have hands?????

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(my favorite) ways to say i love you

you’re really something, aren’t you

come here

sit next to me?

you’re my favorite

i was just thinking about you

i notice you all the time

here, i made this for you

this instrumental reminds me of you

if you do it, i’ll do it

i miss you so much

i wish i had known you sooner

you’re warm

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pls drink a lot of wine and be extraordinarily well read and buy too much perfume and write a few too many love letters and spread affection and poetry wherever you go

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“Wanting to die is not the same as wanting to come home, and I’m still trying to remember that.”

— Blythe Baird (Relapse)

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Newness (2017)

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#get you a ride or die bff like Peyton Charles

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Hey guys! I’ve made a second blog for some of my writings that I’m doing to better deal with depression. Come join me.

The Road to Recovery:

Last night I spent about 2 hours in an urgent care facility due to extreme back pain and numbness in my fingers. Exhausted and once again having no idea what’s wrong with me, I sat waiting through tests to find out what was wrong. It turns out that it was a stress reaction. The knots in the muscles of my shoulders and neck have become so severe that they are pinching nerves and spasming. 

The solution my doctor gave me? “Be less stressed”. It’s times like these that I wish I had problems that could be fixed or totally mediated by daily medication. But my anti-depressant doesn’t take care of the anxiety or sleeping problems and my muscles won’t loosen up on their own. 

And guys I’ve got to be honest: I’m so tired. So tired of all the other things that come with depression. This is hard, so incredibly hard, and I feel like my body is against me.

The doctor told me that all I can do now is try my best to manage my stress–things like yoga, stretching, massages, acupuncture. But it’s hard to do physical things when you’re in so much pain. So instead I’ve decided to try something different first, something that I’ve always known how to do. 

Write.

I’ve complied a list of 100 topics (words or phrases) and I am going to use them to write journal entries each day (if I can I suppose). And these will mostly be my rants and jumbled thoughts, but for those who have been by my side these past years and have watched me struggle, I welcome you to walk beside me on this journey. 

So I guess this is now Road to Recovery Act 3

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They would have found dandelion seeds had they done the autopsy. They would have found a field burning lavender had they cut her open.

Donte Collins, “The Autopsy Speaks” (via buttonpoetry)

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“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.”

Shinji Moon (via naturaekos)

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Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. But let this be your honor: always to love more than you are loved and never to be second in this.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)