I know it’s hard, and awkward… But your therapist cares, and they’re there to listen. They actually really like it when you speak to them about the big stuff or the deep stuff you didn’t want to talk about. Because it makes it easier for them to help you! You won’t regret opening up a little more! You can do this!
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Serious subject matter here. I don’t know about you, but when I get overwhelmed (and with an anxiety disorder, that is OFTEN), my mind defaults to suicidal ideation. I am working on preventing this, but sometimes life just piles on the hurt and your mind goes to a dark place. So, this is my counter. It’s kind of similar to the idea “I can survive anything for the next 10 seconds” and then repeating it.
I may struggle with existing right now, but my life WILL end eventually. And if that’s the case, then I may as well stick it out until then. I may as well TRY to endure it and change things.
And, in having made that choice over and over, my life HAS gotten better. I mean, look at how much my art has improved. I have a book now? I am in a relationship with someone who is supportive and kind. I live in a beautiful place. And I wouldn’t have seen any of this happening when I was buried under my depression two years ago.
Please take a moment and think about it; what has gotten better in your life when you have chosen to stick around and fight?
P.S. Anna Akana did a beautiful video about this topic, “When I’ve Wanted to Die” here: https://youtu.be/LKXIKzH38_Y
there’s something about it that’s just disturbingly real.
like i can come here and spout whatever nonsense i want, and ya’ll will tolerate it.
twitter is like an alien world where i don’t know what’s gonna happen, if fucking ted cruz is gonna respond to me or what.
it’s nerve wracking, it’s too mainstream.
i prefer this bullcrap where no one knows anyone or what’s going on at any given time.
But do u remember that time when a writer came at you here?
that’s true, but unlike twitter, i was only tumblr shamed.
and tumblr shaming doesn’t work on me because tumblr shaming is like if a group of furries came with signs to shame a filthy otaku.
on twitter, it’s like JK Rowling is gonna slap me with some half assed white corporate feminism and have her drones of cult followers come to shit on me for speaking.
or like blake shelton is gonna @ me for making fun of his music, and all of his fans are gonna light the fire under my feet.
it’s way different, being controversial on a mainstream media site.
tumblr’s a cesspit of stupidity, but it’s an obscure and strange cesspit of stupidity.
twitter’s a little too real.
trump and obama can have a rap battle on twitter and make it a part of us history.
tumblr isn’t the same way.
we all die in obscurity on tumblr, and i prefer it.
twitter feels like im in full sight of the snipers and i cant even duck behind a clown car to avoid them
On tumblr you’re in the clown car, hurtling towards a cliff at mach 3 with a few dozen others in the same car.
See, it’s metaphors like these that you can only get on Tumblr, that perfectly describe what it’s like being on Tumblr.
Chartreuse Abstruseness Export 