The life in “recovery”
Today in first period the kid in front of me got bored and took out a razor and started scratching his skin with it. It almost sent me into an anxiety attack. I’ve never wanted to steal something so bad before. I tried to peel my eyes off of him, but was completely unable to. I kept getting chills, thinking of the very same blade running down my thigh, or my wrist, or my anything at this point. I’ve been clean for awhile, but everyday I feel like I’m that much closer to a relapse. It’s killing me. The lust for my blade is getting so bad that it’s making my stomach hurt and my heart race.
GUYS I NEED YOU NOW: IF SCHOOL HAS EVER MADE YOU DEPRESSED/IS A FACTOR IN YOUR DEPRESSION OR ANXIETY OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT PLEASE REBLOG THIS FOR MY SCHOOL PROJECT THAT’S DUE FRIDAY THANK YOU
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depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
#and then people are like #God! Why don’t you just get a peeler!? #and then they HAND YOU ANOTHER FUCKING POTATO
this makes so much sense
why is that actually the best metaphor
pretty much any mental health issue, unfortunately
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It’s TMI Tuesday. You could literally be asking me anything. And you’re just staring at your dash.
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reblog if you want anons but in reality no one is going to send you anything and will just reblog this
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