I haven’t felt so empty in a long time.
For The next person I hear talk about someone being depressed or suicudal and suggests that their feelings are meaningless: I will give them the flu and force them to go to work and school and to carry a bucket for when they vomit and tissues for when their nose is running and suggest that they put a mask on so people won’t be afraid to approach them or shake their hands and to maybe pretend they have allergies in case someone notices. And I’ll tell them to never tell a soul and to just cheer up when they sneeze or vomit in that mask and it hits them in the face. And I’ll tell them go to sleep earlier when they complain about missing sleep because their cough kept them up all night. Ill tell them to take some NyQuil cause that’ll fix everything.
Don’t tell me it’s not real.
THE PAIN IS REAL.
Depression is real.
What the hell kind of world is this?
Well, my mom found my Tumblr.
The Great Escape Community Center, is an up and coming non-profit organization. We are aiming to help our youth, teens, and young adults that face the struggles of life. We want to provide a safe and healthy environment for the community to escape to when their minds are plagued with pain, or the going is just too much.
Our founders have experienced first-hand, second-hand, third-hand… many trials of life. We understand and if we can’t understand, we do our best to shut-up and listen. We are here FOR YOU. We BELIEVE in YOU.
Our first course of action has been these ‘send-out’ cards. They each have a personalized message inside that encourages, praises, or hopefully provides an uplifting moment for the beautiful human who opens it up.
The cards were not mailed, but simply placed into local mailboxes.
If you know someone who could use an uplifting message, or would like to contact us we are currently available via Tumblr, or by e-mail: TGECC2013@gmail.com
P.S. We call this “passing the red balloon.”
More on the balloon later… ;o)
fun fact depression doesn’t give a shit that I’m a white college girl who lives with her parents in an average sized house because it’s a mental disorder and it would corrode my mind even if I were the richest most intelligent white girl on this entire damn planet
I don’t ever post text posts but this is the most 100% accurate one I have ever seen.
"You only create your own ceiling
Life is limitless
& know this
the spirit is!”
Macklemore “Inhale Deep” The Language of My World
This is probably the most important post I’ll ever make.
This is an excerpt from my mental health journal.
November 24, 2013.
"I cut again on my leg on 11/22. I used the exacto knife. It sliced easily.
I started over 11/23. I saw Macklemore last night and I cried, laughed, yelled…etc.
I feel cleansed. I was there for me. I felt it. It was spiritual. [I haven’t felt present, or spiritual in a long time]
“Otherside” a Capella was a dream. All those syrup-filled thoughts and “cuts-of-passion” rushed through my mind and slipped out my eyes.
It’s amazing that the syrup is easier to remain sober from than cutting.
I have amazing people in my life.
I’ve told myself since June, if I could make it until 11/23, I would make it all the way.”
So here’s to me, you stayed alive 5 months longer than you thought you could.
Hold on to what you are and forget what you’re not.
Thank you to every person I have ever even had the chance to share a glance with. Thank you for keeping me alive.
If I could write the music in my head,
Surely you would understand.
You’d hear each cry,
And see that blade,
Gripped tightly in your hand.
You could feel the cold,
Enraged sharp knife,
Come so very close to ending your life.
You could even beat the rhythm to the drips down the drain.
There’s the scars.
We’ve made it 7 new days without the blade.
And been getting lean in the gym instead of styrofoam cups for over 6 months.
We can make it through this.
Trust me your not. on We Heart It
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