Too close to the edge...


Misconception: Agoraphobia is the fear of leaving the house.

Reality: Agoraphobia is the fear of being unable to escape and the fear of panicking without being safe.

Misconception: People with Agoraphobia never, ever leave the house.

Reality: Many people with Agoraphobia never leave their…


when your anxiety and depression ease up a little and you feel a little happy for the first time in awhile and that in itself makes you anxious because it’s such a foreign feeling that you’re not used to that something must be wrong with you

"Bravery comes in all forms. Sometimes it’s standing up to a bully or sometimes it’s leading a protest, sometimes it’s eating a full meal, leaving the house or simply choosing to live for another day. No form of bravery is less important than another."
— You’ve done so well and I am proud of you. (via yourbodyisagarden)






YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

Hell Yes! 

I feel like this needs to be shared with a ton of people.

Sorry for the color but i love this.


"I wish I could describe it to someone who can’t feel it.
To help them understand.
The anxiety.
The way my heart starts to race.
The way the doom and sadness starts to set in.
That sense of failure I feel over and over as I feel it take control, even though I tried over and over to tell myself, “it’s all in your head.”
The way I can’t get it out if my head ever.
The way it sits heavy on my heart, making me feel broken.
The way when a panic attack starts from walking into a store, when the air turns hot as the devil walks in. My ears ring, cotton fills them. I can’t swallow as my throat dries up. My eyes see the the spots and the edges begin to grow darker like an old filter on a picture. I can’t catch my breath, as all I think is, don’t pass out. Not here. Not with all these people. Don’t let them know you are so weak. I abandon my cart, my groceries I’ve collected and struggle my way, stumbling my way through prayers to make it back to my car. Where I sit back letting the cool air soothe me, another failed attempt at a simple task.
The way the tears fall from my eyes when I have to leave work because, I just can’t. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
The way I struggle through a doctors appointment too afraid to tell them the medicine doesn’t fight it all away because I don’t want to take more pills. The way I become afraid they will take them away but some many people use them for worst things and one day they won’t believe me either.
The way I wonder if there is anything more I could do, anything at all, to make myself ok."
— K.wills (via kwillsandink)

American Psychiatric Association. (2013). Diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders (5th ed.). Arlington, VA: American Psychiatric Publishing.

American Psychiatric Association. (2013). Diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders (5th ed.). Arlington, VA: American Psychiatric Publishing.

"The only skill I’ve learnt from having a mental illness is being able to cry silently."


1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

— Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)


i need mentally ill characters represented in media because when I was falling apart at therapy and had to leave the room to collect myself I had “I miss the mountains” in my head and I felt validated and not alone and that shit is so important don’t fuck with me