Hi everyone. I'm Madi. I'm a 21 year cisgender, white, queer, disabled, autistic,fat girl (did I miss something? probably). This tumblr has become an important release for me given that I have no support system in my real life and I have a lot going on that I simply can't always cope with on my own. If there is anything else you want to know check out my "About Me" page, or feel free to simple ask me. (And if you would like to help me out monetarily, since medical stuff can be expensive, you can donate by clicking the button below. I also have a wishlists page and a gift from a tumblr friend or a friendly stranger would be about the greatest and most generous thing to ever happen to me.)

30th September 2014

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At any given moment you have the power to say “This is NOT how the story’s going to end.”
— Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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30th September 2014

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29th September 2014

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29th September 2014

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28th September 2014

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internal-acceptance-movement:

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. 

internal-acceptance-movement:

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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28th September 2014

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You would be surprised with how many people in your life could be going through depression at this very moment.  People hide it like a paper bag over their heads out of fear of being judged, made fun of, seen as weak, or just not taken seriously.  Depression should not be taken lightly, it holds us down from our purpose and potential in life.  Those who tell you that it doesn’t exist have never experienced depression in their life, therefore not understanding the symptoms and how it’s something that cannot be fixed in a day!  So if you think you are depressed or if you think you know someone else who is, please talk to a friend, a family member, or anyone else in your life that you trust - never overlook the possibility of seeing a doctor for more professional help!!  Your feelings are real, your feelings are shared upon millions.  Don’t hide it, talk to someone about it.  With the right help, you can rediscover your confidence and begin life anew with our undying love and support!

We are right here!!

thank you for this :) i needed to hear it today

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28th September 2014

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everything personal

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everything personal

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27th September 2014

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27th September 2014

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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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19th September 2014

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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.

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19th September 2014

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Happy 35th birthday to the Brightest Witch!

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11th September 2014

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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?

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11th September 2014

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11th September 2014

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I almost had you.
Until the moment I didn’t. 
I slipped.
I’m sorry
I’m not sorry.
You said you’ll catch me. 
You lied.
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,
I didn’t.
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,
Someday though.

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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