We’re all just 5 liters of blood sloshing around a big meaty bag turning food into poop and trying to fuck a little.
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5 things I did that improved my mental health in the last 1 year
1. I realized my worth. It was so hard because it meant letting go of those who didn’t. And those were the people that I loved. It hurt so bad. When the ropes that tied them to me were cut, I got cut too. I bled. It hurt. But then those wounds healed like they always do. And Now? I am free.
2. I started taking care of myself and that involved going back to the things I learned as a child. Brush your teeth. Take a shower. Sleep on time. Sleep enough. Drink loads of water. Walk. Let your skin shower in sunlight. I keep a habit tracker. It’s simple. It lets me be conscious of my daily needs and whether or not I am fulfilling them.
3. I learned that you don’t always have to respond. To what people say, to that person texting you after 8 months of complete silence, to negative comments, to accusations. It doesn’t make you a coward. Not in the least. What it really does is, is let you be at peace. But the hard part? I also learned that you don’t always have to respond to ‘I love you’ either.
4. I learned to not be extreme. Yes I don’t want to do anything with them. But do I need to burn their letters? Delete all pictures? Even when I’m not sure how that will make me feel in the long run? No. I learned to store it all away in a place I wouldn’t touch until I wanted to. It’s been a year. I haven’t once touched.
It works for all aspects of life. Had a bad day at work? Do you just yell and quit? No. Have 100 bad days at work where they don’t respect you but still continue to be silent and work? No any extreme isn’t good.
5. Food is important. So important. They just don’t say ‘you are what you eat’ to sound silly. Food is literally you putting something in yourself. You gotta be more mindful of what, when and how much you’re putting in. Don’t restrict yourself. But don’t not monitor yourself either.
I hate smelling cooked shrimp cause my ex bf’s dick smelled JUST like it and after i had been went down on him for months one day he tells me he’s never pulled back his foreskin before in his life. He had never cleaned under there ever. That nasty motherfucker must of had pounds of cottage cheese crusty ass smegma under there and i was putting that shit in my mouf. never complain about anything again because IM the one thats had it the worst.
So who else had a good weekend? Any new songs you’re listening to or any new movies?
(via angramainiiu)
I’m screaming??? So my cat knows I get upset when he steps on my paintings (not yelling or anything I think he just sees me spend hours trying to cover up what his paws do) in my “studio” which is a crammed small storage closet with painting all over the floor drying , so like I’m in there rn and I saw him try to get to point A to point b but it was impossible for him to jump over so like he realized the matte parts were dry and like he was stepping on the corners of the painting and every step he’d look at his paw to see if he fucked up and honestly it was the most thoughtful thing ever I don’t ever wanna hear anyone ever say that cats don’t care
I beg you, if this ever happens again, get a video
(via confirmance)
I’m a disease.
I’m an ugly, horrible disease that has no cure. I infect people with my poison with no intention to. I fuck people up. I make people feel like they’re carrying a thousand weights on both shoulders, they walk around like that until they give up. I make mistakes that leave others scarred for a lifetime, it makes them want to be cured even more, but like I said, I have no cure. I’m a disease, a cancer eating myself away, a cancer spreading beyond my control. My disease shares my name, it simply comes from me. Being around me and loving me is dangerous. You will get infected and there is no way to get rid of me, no way to forget all the horrible things I will do to you. I’m better left isolated, I’m better off dead so I can’t infect anyone else. I’m a disease, a fragile being that will burst if you’re not careful. Not fragile like a daisy, but fragile like a bomb. Fragile like a volcano. I’m building up inside, to the point where I can’t take any more pressure, then I will detonate like a grenade. It may not be obvious, but I’ve blown up more times than I can count. When I blow up, they feel the effect of my disease on them even more. I only drag people down. That’s the only thing I’m good at. I’m a disease, a black plague caused by the demons of my mind and the darkness of my soul. My sadness and misery affects others. They act like they care but I push them away because I want to protect them. I push others away because they don’t need this. They don’t need me. I’m only a byproduct of all the mistakes in this world. Who wants a mistake? Who wants a disease?
Who wants ME?
If you see a person who bites their nails, gently remove their hands from their mouth. Keep holding their hands even if you’re uncomfortable, because their fingers are sticky/wet from saliva. They need someone who isn’t disgusted. They are emotionally unstable or nervous. Nail biting IS self harm.
If you see someone rubbing their wrist, gently stroke their arms, from their shoulder to their wrist. Theres a high possiblity thay they stopped self harming and they might feel better if they know you aren’t disgusted with them. Another possible reason is that they are still self harming and sometimes even a simple touch that shows them you care, can make them stop.
If you see a person scratching their arms/ other body parts, hold their hands, while rubbing soothing circles on their wrist or forearm. Scratching obsessively IS self harm. Or it is an indicator that they are cutting and they feel the need to cut, but they don’t have a sharp object near them.
If you see a person with bitten nails. Hug them tight. If you see a person with red marks from scratching all over their arms, hug them tight. If you see a person with scars hug them tight. Of you see a person with scars on their heart, hug them even tighter.
Never force these people to talk to you about it. You may ask a simple ‘why’, they will either answer you or say I dont know. If they say they don’t know, they probably don’t know. Leave them be but always wait by their side until they are ready.
Self harm isn’t just cutting. It can be as simple as obsessive nail biting. Please dont ignore these people, please take a second and aknowlege their existence.
A person who self harms can be the kid across the street who has everything, loving parents, friends ect. It can also be the kid from your history class who never met his parents. Just because someone has everything, doesnt mean they don’t have reasons. No, they aren’t attention whores. Please never think that. Try to understand them.
*after a comment I’ve received, I feel like is hould add this short message. Not everyone is comfortable with people touching them. This post was based on me, the closest people in my life and a bunch of cheesy romantic stories. Please dont let this post upset you
