The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.
HONESTLY: REBLOG THIS IF YOU HAVE EVER SELF HARMED IN ANY WAY, SKIPPED A MEAL ON PURPOSE, BEEN DEPRESSED, FELT ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM, HATED YOUR BODY, HATED YOURSELF, FELT LIKE YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH OR BEEN TOLD YOU WERENT, CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP, FELT SUICIDAL OR BEEN SUICIDAL
I will message every single one of you beautiful people. No copy and paste just straight from my heart. You don’t have to reply but if you want to I will continue the conversation. I dont care if I get 1 hour sleep for the rest of my life I will do this. I honestly care and I don’t judge. I love each and every one of you and if the above is true for you, please don’t go through it alone, even if you just click reblog who knows what a difference it could make.
When do you decide to smoke a cigarette? You don’t. You go about your business until the thought pops into your head. You hesitate and hold off till you need it. Then you know when it’s time. Square. Spark. Puff. And suddenly you’re smoking a stogie. That’s it.