At any given moment you have the power to say “This is NOT how the story’s going to end.”
Your worth as a person is inherent.
You exist and therefore, you’re important and you matter.
And with or without anyone’s affection or approval, you’re enough.
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thank you for this :) i needed to hear it today
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So I just spent a week in a normal hospital and a week in a mental hospital because I overdosed and nearly died. I’m fine now, really, and I’m starting their IOP program Monday for more help and have appointments with an individual psychiatrist and therapist. So I’m fine. Just very tired. And in lots of pain because the hospital was huge and there was so much walking (two days of which I had to do without my cane because I needed a doctor’s order for it and my doctor was a bitch).
But some people have “one time at band camp” stories. I have “one time at the nuthouse” stories.
And I’m honestly so glad to be alive.
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I am alive. I am okay. I will explain when I can in full detail. Might be a few days though.
Happy 35th birthday to the Brightest Witch!
Thank you to everyone who has ever been kind to me on here. (And fuck everyone who has ever been an asshole, who needs you anyway?)
I’ve tried my hardest but… I just don’t think that life is going to work out for me. Not anymore. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to… do something else. Not life. What’s next?
I almost had you.
Until the moment I didn’t.
I’m not sorry.
You said you’ll catch me.
Falling is nothing I’m not used to.
You can take the girl out of dance and in that I mean girl can quit dance in a huff because her teacher was being unfair.
But you cannot take the dance out of the girl.
You cannot dance and be afraid of falling, even the simplest steps land me on my ass at times.
I just smile.
For a brief second everything is perfect and then,
The it all falls to pieces.
Dancing is life life, that’s why I like dancing.
Dancing takes everything you have and gives nothing back.
Life takes everything you have and gives nothing back.
They say you can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell, but he makes for a Hell of a partner, (get it? too cheesy?)
It’s when the song ends and his grip tighten that you realize what it is.
You realize who he really is.
With Depression it can’t be just ONE thing.
It’s everything all the time.
And all his unsavory friends.
It’s just like, oh look, you brought along your friend from high school my Eating Disorder,
Great, I love not eating for three days.
Oh, and who could forget your best friend Anxiety,
He’s really stepped it up with the panic attacks lately.
What? Facebook has pictures of so-and-so going WHERE?
Not like I really would have enjoyed going when I have you guys to buddy around with, anyway.
I would love to stay in and watch dieting show that make me hate my body.
I would love to never go out, I would love to never have friends.
Because no one reaches into the water to grab that drowning girl,
And no one understands it’s NOT a two way street, because if I’m drowning,
I clearly cannot do anything about it,
Drowning people cannot wave, talk,
Their body simply keeps their mouth above water enough when it can to breathe.
Don’t tell me I didn’t do enough.
I held my head above water for as long as I could
But everything gives out sometime.
Everyone will say it’s stupid she killed herself over that,
They were already playing our song and I was stalling.
Stalling doesn’t work so well when people leave you to it alone for as long as I’ve been stalling all by myself.
You run out of excuses.
Wipe off the make up, stupid girl,
You’re not going anywhere.
Who would be seen with you?
The Devil sits in the corner and waits patiently for me to take his hand.
And eventually I do, because I can stall no longer. And we dance.
And sometimes we get so close to the edge
I can feel the flames lick my feet.
I wonder if today is the day I fall.
But not quite yet, He tells me when the song ends,
I believe it’s wrong, that saying.
I believe it’s easy to wonder why you’re still in Hell when you’ve tried your best to claw you way out of it,
When you’ve prayed,
When you’ve begged.
The Devil doesn’t let go so easy, and he dances so well.
Depression doesn’t let go so easy.
Falling, for a brief second the everything is perfect,
Then then it all falls to pieces.
I wonder if when I land on my ass this time, I’ll be smiling.
I hear them playing our song.
I suppose it’s time to see if he’s been practicing for our grande finale.
Time for the brief moment of perfection,
Then the world to fall to pieces around me,
Instead of my world falling to pieces for once.
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