Too close to the edge...

"Your brain is wired for survival, not happiness. That is why it keeps bringing up negative emotions, past mistakes and worries about the future. Because of this wiring, you can get stuck in repetitive cycles of self-criticism, worry and fear that interfere with your ability to enjoy the present moment."



The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry


1. Cut your hair every now and then. Fresh starts are always nicer than you think. Who needs split ends anyways.

2. Pick a song you really like. Listen to that song a lot. And I mean a lot. Dance around your room naked to that song, beat the song lifeless till it annoys the hell out of you. Then pick a new song and go through the same process. We all need to really hear music, we need to understand what the song we are listening to is really about.

3. Paint your toes black, make it as perfect as possible. Then, scratch it off. Remember nothing is permanent.

4. Go on a run with your dog. Try to race him and beat him. Realize you can out run many things. Then go back and pet your dog, realize that some things you need to go back for.

5. Decorate a plain backpack. Glue on sparkles, glitter, diamonds, newspaper and magazine clippings, lace & ribbon, anything else that may fancy you. Remember, you don’t have to be the same person you were a minute ago.

6. Buy some pretty lights and string them up in your room. Turn off all the lights except for one when you go to bed. Remember it isn’t always dark and lonely. Change your perspective.

7. Lay outside one night. Breathe in breathe out. Accept that you are only one person and cannot do everything at one time. You can take your time. The creator of the stars you’re looking up at did not do it all in one day. Pace yourself.

8. Get up every morning and stand in front of the mirror. Naked, fully clothed, backwards, upside down, who cares how, just do it. Observe yourself. Notice the wrinkles under your eyes from laughing a lot. Count your freckles. Admire your ass. Then name 3 things you love about yourself. You need to love yourself.

Tips from Blossite on how to be okay with yourself. (via blossite)


Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

— by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

"It may be safer, warmer and more comfortable, always living on the inside looking out, but after a while, the sound of the rain is just not enough anymore; you forget how it feels. And though you may never forget who you are, if you stay away from the world too long, you are guaranteed to forget who you were meant to be. Without others you will lose yourself."
— adam stanley  Still Life with Plastic Roses (via iamadamstanley)

"It’s not that I’m ashamed to be sick and that’s why I hide it. It’s that I’m afraid to be pitied. I don’t need pity. I need understanding."
— Every spoonie ever. (via checkthyselffoo)

Explaining mental illness to a friend:
  • Me: You hate roller coasters right?
  • Friend: Yeah.
  • Me: So you wouldn't go on one? Even if I payed you?
  • Friend: No.
  • Me: Why not?
  • Friend: Because I just couldn't.
  • Me: But physically you could, physically there's nothing stopping you getting on a roller coaster.
  • Friend: I guess, but I still couldn't do it though. I just....couldn't.
  • Me: Right there, that's mental illness.

Anonymous asked: "How can i fix my friendship with my bestfriend? After my anxiety started i departed. And i can see that she gave up on me. Shes hanging on with other friend now. We are still in touch but not as much as we used to. I talked to her a long ago about my problem but i could she that she could understand me as much i needed. I text her now and then. She is the kind of person that calls people everyday and talk. Me on the other hand i dont and that why shes a bit angry with me. Am i too selfish!??"

Firstly, sorry for the lateness of this reply it was buried under messages from other blogs. It’s common for people with anxiety to feel guilty if their relationships deteriorate. It’s hard for people to understand what you’re going through. I think one of the best things you can do is explain to her how hard it is for you, if she really is your friend she’ll be understanding towards your situation. Also try to show how much you appreciate her, invite her over, spend the day together maybe. You’re not selfish, everyone has different ways of keeping in touch with their friends, some have a more relaxed approach but that doesn’t make them any less a friend. A lot of people leave your life when you’re dealing with something like this but the friends that stick by you when you’re dealing with mental health problems will be there forever, it’s hard for them too so remember not to take them for granted. I hope this helps, message me anytime, sorry for taking so long to reply!

posted 1 month ago


Mentally ill people are not the problem.  Inaccessible, unaffordable health care is the problem. Stigma is the problem. Lack of treatment is a problem. Lack of understanding is the problem. Lack of compassion is the problem. Not taking people seriously is the problem. Lack of honest conversation and open dialogue is a problem. Using jails as a housing facility for mentally ill persons is a problem.  Do you understand me. Mentally ill people are not the problem.