“We… need to forgive ourselves… for all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.”— Mitch Albom
“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit
(via lifeinpoetry)
anxi:
my mental illness is going to ruin every friendship, every relationship, it’s going to fucking destroy everything and i don’t know how to stop it
(via bpd-eupd)
my home will not know anger. the walls will not hear screams- not of fear, not of frustration- and the counters will never bear marks of items being bitterly slammed down after a long day. the floors will know of dancing, not of stomping in annoyance, and the photos on the walls will only shake when children chase each other during games.
there will be no yelling. no screaming. no harsh words that will stick like knives in the back of my child. no insults, no sadness. no backhanded comments. my home will offer the safety and tranquility that i’ve never had.
i will not allow my family’s ‘normal’ to be my future’s normal. i deserve better. my future life deserves better.
(via broken-from-memories)
To this day I don’t understand why things had to be left the way they did. Towards the end we were not as close, that is for certain, but I always valued your friendship and you as a person. And yet, here we are, the place I never thought the two of us could reach. How is it so easy for two souls who once thought the world of one another to separate under such painful circumstances? We had not been “best friends” for some time, however you will always hold a place in my heart, will always be a blimp on the timeline that is my life, and I will always be grateful for the moments we shared.
Your memory will follow me always
Just a little friendly reminder that Agoraphobia is so much more than being afraid of driving or leaving the house. It’s not being able to talk to others because you fear they’ll say something that you don’t know how to respond to. It’s the pit in your stomach that explodes into full-blown panic when you can’t count your change fast enough while making a purchase. It’s not being able to show up to class or work because you might screw up and there is nothing you can do but sit there till class ends. It’s deleting all of your writing and destroying all of your artwork because you can’t stand to think of how it will be perceived. It’s the feeling of dying every single time you are put in a situation you can’t control whether it be as little as a change in your schedule or a look that a total stranger gives you. It’s the fear of being surrounded by situations and people and not knowing the outcome. It’s not being able to breath when you don’t have someone you trust standing by your side,
It’s having your life come to a halt because you can’t function without fear driving your every action.
“Some [people] are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of [people] who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”
Nikita Gill
