Tag: yep

Please reblog if:

the-space-goat:

•your anxiety has made it difficult for you to voice your opinion

•your anxiety has made it difficult to dress the way you want

•your anxiety has made it difficult to ask for help

•your anxiety has made you constantly worry if you are being annoying and wonder if your friends and family are valid relationships or if they just put up with you because they have to

And please know that you are not fighting this battle alone. You are worth more than your anxiety says. You matter and so does your opinion and your say.
You are awesome

grapehyasynth:

mattxpike:

High-functioning anxiety sounds like…

You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.

All the while, it appears perfectly calm.

It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.

samaxsonvevo:

if you hated pink and/or blue as a kid because of the forced implication of rigid gendering of things that you knew you didn’t want to be a part of and as a kid you took it out on the colour but were able to embrace the colour(s) divorced from the bullshit as you grew up and were able to make your own choices about colour and now feel much more free to like pink and/or blue clap your hands

livebloggingmydescentintomadness:

disease-danger-darkness-silence:

nurselofwyr:

deenoverdami:

The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.

“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”

“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”

Me: I can’t get out of bed today, what is wrong with me. I’m so lazy and terrible and I am a huge flake and there has got to be something wrong with me.

My brain: There is no war in Ba Sing Se.

Honestly, learning to figure out when my depression is trying to trick me into believing that life is simply hopeless so that I can identify those emotions as irrational is one of the biggest breakthroughs I’ve ever made.

me describing sexual attraction in fiction: (beautifully constructed flowing sentences, intense gazes, racing heartbeats, dry mouths)
me trying to understand sexual attraction in real life: (looking around desperately for answers with a confused face while i wiggle my hands up an down)

condesces:

there’s being mad that jkr killed off remus lupin and then there’s being mad that jkr killed off remus lupin offscreen with virtually no commentary on it despite harry’s relationship to him and then didn’t even bother to give him a mention in the epilogue when severus fucking snape got a kid named after him for fuck’s sake

and i’m both of them simultaneously