Posts tagged depression
Posts tagged depression
THIS ONE IS FOR THE LOST ONES:
I honestly feel like if I had something like this years ago it would have made such a huge impact for me <3
I see you.
I SEE YOU.
I see that it takes all of you to get out of bed in the morning,
that you are using all your strength to dress and clothe yourselves,
that sometimes it feels like the effort to walk to the door is so much-
so you don’t.
I see you.
I see that sometimes you’re overwhelmed by this invisible weight weighing on you so heavily that you can’t continue.
I see you.
I know that you put your every, single, bit of strength into just being here.
Body love and body positivity doesn’t come easy for a lot of us, and sometimes we can fall into emptiness and that is something that needs to be combatted by help from others.
You’re all amazing- you’re worth it and you’re not alone <3
Katie’s been working on a 30 day vlog challenge dedicated to helping those dealing with recovery- that could be recovery with self harm, eating disorders, negative self hate behaviours of any kind, or those who are struggling through the holiday season with mental health.
It’s a tough time of year and sometimes talking it out helps!
IF YOU HAVE ANY VIDEO REQUESTS OR QUESTIONS FOR HER SEND THEM HERE
And if you’re dealing with any of these issues and need some resources to find help in your area or deal with some negative behaviours? CLICK HERE
Make this holiday season about falling in love with yourself and learning to accept yourself! Make daily self love affirmations on your blog (at least 5) and tag them #stopchasingcloudschallenge !
You’re all worth the effort for recovery, and self love sometimes it just takes time and patience and knowing someone out there cares!
HUGE THANK YOU!
SERIOUSLY! Thank you all so much for being so amazingly supportive over the past week. You’re the reason my boss doesn’t hate my guts. I am so appreciative of the messages and the reason I haven’t responded to many is because I want them to stay forever in my inbox like a selfish message hoarder!
You’ve all really shown me how powerful this network can be, and just one message can get someone’s spirits up enough to function normally. I really appreciate all the things you’ve said and helped me with. I am going to therapy tomorrow and will be facing this shit head on, and it’s going to suck, but I know it’s important and I’ll be letting you all know all about it.
My blog will have lots of info so if you’re going to be in the same boat and have questions about asking for help and getting sorted with outside help send me a message. I’m no where near better, but I’m making that step for myself.
Hi you guys.
Right now I’m terribly low and I know that this blog is for positivity which is why I’m not going to go into detail. I could really use some support, some kind words, some help if you have any to offer. I haven’t been in this place since the video that went viral on here a couple years ago, it’s not a good place to be and I could use some help right now. If you want to know more details click HERE it’s mostly my BDD coming on full force in the past couple months and striking HARD.
This blog is a place where people can find solace in the fact that others are trying as hard as they are to accept themselves, and right now I’m in a place where I know I can’t help anyone with that unless I get some help myself.
I love you all so much and I’m really happy for this place.
[TW- mental illness, self harm, bullying, fat shaming]
It took a lot for me to get to this point. It took a look of name calling. It took a lot of mental abuse. It took almost all my hope. I’ve cried. I’ve been depressed. I’ve self harmed. I’ve given up so many times on myself but I’m pretty sure I’VE HAD FUCKING ENOUGH.
THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS
This one is for every time I’ve felt ashamed of my body BECAUSE OF A COMPLETE STRANGER.
This one is for the emotional problems I deal with every day, especially in intimate relationships, because of years of bullying.
This one is for every time I’ve thought “I don’t deserve to eat”
This one is for every fucking asshole that has discriminated against me because of my weight.
This one is for every time I’ve heard “you’d be so pretty if…”
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW FATTIES.
This one is for Brandon, the bastard from high school, that made me cry every day on my walk home.
This is for every time I wished I was someone else.
This is for every girl who is ashamed of her body
Every girl that is emotionally tortured and badgered by society, teachers, co-workers, random strangers, and most of the time family and friends for her weight.
F U C K Y O U.
YOU DO NOT FUCKING DEFINE ME. I AM NOT SOMETHING AT YOUR DISPENSE. I AM NOT A FUCKING FETISH. MY BODY IS NONE OF YOUR F U C K I N G BUSINESS AND YOU BEST FUCKING BELIEVE I WILL EAT YOU FOR A FUCKING SNACK BEFORE YOU EVER MAKE ME FEEL WORTHLESS AGAIN.
You are not your eating disorder, your mood disorder, your personality disorder.
You are not your past, your struggles, your scars.
You are more than all of that, more than just a label.
Student, daughter, son, mother, father, volunteer, cook, dancer, artist, friend, sibling, niece, nephew, determined, motivated, supportive, role model, ect….
Look past your diagnosis- who are you?
Trigger warning: self injury and gender dysphoria
This is my thigh today. I’ve struggled with dysphoria and depression for most of my life, which led to some self harm issues in my teens. I hated how curvy I was, and I would cut and scratch my thighs and hips as a way of punishing my body for being wrong. As I’ve come to accept and gotten to know my gender identity and generally moved into a better place in general, it’s becoming easier to move away from that. Even so, some days are harder than others. One of the ways I’ve learned to cope with the desire to cut on bad days is to draw or write on myself with an ink pen. Marking myself is a way of reclaiming my body. The sensation of the pen on my skin grounds me, and reminds me to be gentle with myself. I hope everyone is taking good care of themselves tonight.
My name is Angela Rose, I am an 18 year old college freshmen and I am learning to love who I am and accept it. I have been told that I am too big for my body frame for years. I am five feet tall and I can’t say I know how much I weigh because I refrain from stepping on a scale. A number doesn’t define me, and it shouldn’t define anyone else. I remember always being told that I should cut down on what I’m eating or that I should eat healthier in an attempt to lose weight. No. I don’t need to lose weight to be beautiful. I will have a third or hell, even a fourth piece of pizza and I will not hold myself accountable to eat only salads out on dates. I will order what I want and I will like it. I love my ass and I love my boobs, I love my thick legs and the way my cheeks ball up when I smile. I don’t have a flat stomach and I probably never will, but I am perfect how I am. I struggled a lot with body image when I was younger but now that I have found these safe havens I am learning to accept me. If I can’t accept myself, then who the hell will? I am a beautiful woman, everyone is beautiful; and sure, it may not be magazine cover perfect or model worthy, but it is beauty regardless. I hope that all girls and guys who are insecure can wake up, look in the mirror and love who they are regardless of the tag on their jeans and the number on the scale. And if these words help even one person than that is an accomplishment on it’s own. If anyone here ever, ever, ever needs someone to vent to, please contact me whenever; angelaroseee.tumblr.com/ask
Trigger warning: Overeating, depression, thoughts of suicide
My name is Vicki and I’ve been following this blog pretty much ever since I opened my Tumblr account.
In the past, people found it very difficult to accept me because I’m Asian but I’m also fat - I no longer associate the word fat with negativity so there’s nothing wrong with just saying it (we ALL have fat on our bodies!). Because people found it hard to accept me, I found it even more difficult to accept myself.
I was adopted from South Korea when I was three months old, my parents are white (dad’s family is polish, mother’s family is mixed).
When I was 8, my dad was diagnosed with leukemia - a year previous to his diagnosis, I lost a classmate to leukemia so…at that point, I really just didn’t want to know anything about the cancer and was terrified that my dad would be there one day and be gone the next.
In high school, I over ate but not until I got home. I made sure no one saw me eating in school, therefore I gained more and more weight.
I got picked on every day in elementary school and high school. Kids threw things at me, said hateful and hurtful things without knowing me at all, poked me with pencils and sporks. I don’t remember crying, though. I just got to a point where it was like, “okay if I can get through the day, I’ll just go home and eat a whole bag of chips and fall asleep”
Somehow after I graduated, I got control of what I was doing and stopped. I began eating three square meals a day, started taking better care of myself.
I started college and joined my school newspaper.
My dad died when I was 19 years old. I fell into a terrible depression - no matter what I did, I just thought about what I didn’t like about myself, what I couldn’t fix about myself, what I could do to hurt myself, how the world would be better off without me, how I wished I was the one who had the cancer instead of him.
It got better but I lost a number of important people in the process due to my depression and my friends not understanding what I was going through.
I’m 25 years old now and I weigh as much as I did when I was 14. I have a lot more work to do and I still have bad days - you know, those days where you don’t want to do anything or see anybody…you just want to lie there. But I also have good days, where I feel like putting a dress on, doing my hair and makeup.
As a teenager, I dated a number of guys who cheated on me or blatantly told me that they had plans to cheat on me because I refused to sleep with them. I have been seeing my boyfriend, Ian, for three years and I love him very much.
Dating me was a challenge for him and I’m sure it still is today, because I’d get so down about myself and point out all of my flaws and no one wants to hear that - a person who loves you does not want to hear you speak badly about yourself.
With time, he helped me learn to love myself (whether he knows it or not).
I would just like to say that to find self acceptance, you absolutely have to do it for yourself and you have to find something about yourself that you love every day - even if it’s just the dimple in your cheek or the color of your eyes when the sunset hits them. Being with someone does not make me feel more beautiful. Being with someone doesn’t make me feel loved. I make myself feel beautiful and I love myself.
I submitted because I think I’m on the right track with loving myself and accepting that this is who I am. I submitted because I have found so many strong, beautiful men and women who have shared their stories here that made me want to learn more about them. Feel free to follow my blog and find out more about me. Thank you for reading my story! <3
Today is the day where I stop hating. Today is where I accept that this is my body and that I should love it the way that it is now. It may not always be this way, and someday it may improve. But as of right now I am beautiful. I have lived my whole life trying to be something that I’m not. I tried to lose weight, wear too much makeup, and act the way that I thought is cool. I want to just be me and watch myself unfold to become beautiful like everyone else. I honestly believe that once a person lets themselves go and becomes completely their own, that they are the most beautiful that they will ever be.
Hi everyone! My name is Chloe and I’ve never posted a full picture of myself in a bikini before so this is a little scary. I’ve never been completely comfortable in my own skin but I’ve found that my attitude has become less negative and more positive after reading about all the beautiful people on this blog. I went through a stage of depression a few years ago and I’ve struggled to get through it and forget about all of the things that made me unhappy. I realize now that the way I look doesn’t matter, what matters is how I act and what kind of person I am. I try my best to be a good person and even though I feel chubby sometimes I believe that everyone is beautiful in their own way.
[trigger warning: abuse, self harm, starving self.]
I am on the rode to recovery and on this rode of mine I come across a huge road bump which is to have a positive body image. Since I was young I had been constantly abused left with many bruises, black eyes, I was choked, and constantly told I’m worthless, ugly, fat, I should have never been born, no one will ever love me because of how fat I am. This was all from the age of 5 and up. I had a horrible body image of myself because of the abuse and what I saw in media, I really did believe that I was this worthless person with a horrible body to the point I started to cut. Now with scars on my body I found it harder to love myself so it didnt just stop at cutting. I would starve myself. I would hardly eat anything in a day, some days Id go without eating at all. But its changing now because I know that I am in control of my body, this is my body and while I still have days were I dont feel the best about my body I know that Im lovely and the people who do love me will love me no matter what I look like and Im starting to love myself.
Sometime ago (months actually) I posted here about wanting to love myself more, loving my inner self mostly and about my depression problems. I remember I promised you guys to learn to love myself and to get better with my illness. Today I post again just to tell you I’m better and that I made it trough the worst days.
My life is better now, not perfect but beautiful; I managed to finish high school safely (when I was scared I wouldn’t), I started my career studying what I love. About two months ago my dad suggested me leave school and get admitted in a psychiatric hospital so I could get better, and I almost agreed, but luckily it wasn’t necessary and I managed to get the strength to stand in my own feet. I stopped hurting myself long time ago, because I realized I’m beautiful, and even an illness can’t tell me how to feel about me. I love me now, with my good or bad points. I don’t hate me anymore, wanting to die is now past, and I can see a great future for me. I can dream again, I recovered that strength and now I can see my true beauty. I made it trough and I’m so happy.
Thank you guys for the support you gave me months ago (: