nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. when a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, year after year, because they don’t want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. not killing yourself when it’s all you want to do is the purest act of love i can imagine. dying for someone is easy – you don’t have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then it’s all over. but living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. we deserve more credit for it.
"- Filledwithcraziness (via stillawfullydepressed)“Why do you cut?”
Cutting is a need. After starting, it’s almost impossible to stop. If you don’t do it, it suffocates you, it drives you insane, and when you finally cut, you feel free, it’s some kind of feeling, that makes you feel like you’re floating, it brings relief. We cry as the blood runs our skin, what is it close to the pain we feel? Cutting is so easy, so good. But it becomes the worst part of you, yes, slowly, you become this. Slowly, you make cuts and more cuts, so, it’s automatic, it becomes a part of your body. What’s so bad about it? It’s that scars fade, and when they do, you feel empty, looks like a part of you is missing. While we’ve got scars, there is a need to know they’re there, we need to look at it everytime. When they’re on your body, even if you want them there, you want them to fade, so you feel “free” again, well, that… that ain’t happening. So you get so fucking confusing, cuz you do them, than you are relieved, you need it there, but you also need them to fade, cuz you wanna try to start over, not to hide your body, but when they fade, it makes you mad and you do it all over again. So, it’s almost unstoppable, it’s a war against yourself.
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Stop romanticizing self harm, it isn’t good, it ain’t cute, it’s a sad reality that slowly destroys people inside.
"No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal."- Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
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can’t my serotonin levels just regulate their fucking selves. grow up
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"You don’t need to be better than any one else you just need to be better than you used to be."- Wayne W. Dyer
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"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."- Sylvia Plath
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"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."- J.K. Rowling
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"Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I wonder whether I’ve lived at all. Is it the same for everybody? Do some people have a greater talent for living than others or do some people never live, but just exist?"- Autumn Sonata (1978), Ingmar Bergman
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me at school: when i get home im gonna be productive’
me at home: good nite