When I was 8 years old the seeds were planted for my mental issues. By the age of 10 they were truly making themselves known in behavioural difficulties. At 12 I was given counselling for communicational management. When I was 13 that turned into visits to an NHS psychiatrist and psychologist to sort out my depression, anxiety, disordered eating, body image issues and suicidal thoughts.
It took a while but I made it back to feeling good. My anxiety persisted somewhat, but the depression was pretty much gone.
But then, last month, with me being now 17, the anxiety came back in full force worse than it’s ever been before. My doctor even wanted to prescribe me medication. I lost half a stone (7 pounds) in 10 days, lost so much sleep and woke up in cold sweats every night, and I even had to have a blood test to confirm that nothing was wrong.
But the reason for this would have shocked 13 year old me.
It was because I developed a debilitating fear of death and dying. I realised how much I love being alive and how much I haven’t been able to do yet.
I may be afraid, and I may have been miserable for weeks at a time, wondering if I should just quicken up the process (since you can’t be afraid of something that’s already happened, especially not something like that), but it has also inspired me.
I’ve taken up walking (WALKING), both alone and with friends. I even now have a couple of friends I’m going to go walking with every weekend. And, hopefully, soon I should be able to begin enjoying my ballet lessons again.
I’ve also made huge progress with my body image. This month has made me more comfortable with what I’ve been given. Soon, I’ll hopefully be happy again.
Times may be hard, but if you stay with yourself long enough to see the other side of it, you may just surprise yourself.
Recovery is hard, recovery can be slow, but recovery is worth it. It may not be the only time you have to recover but that’s just going to be another chapter.
And this post may be the most ramble-y mess I’ve ever written, but I feel like some people need to hear that they deserve to tell the world their entire story, not just a couple of chapters.
“You and me, Matrix Chamber, no one else, one last time!”
.... DOES SHE NOT REALISE HOW KINKY THAT SOUNDS TO THE OTHERS???????????
(I'm probably the last person to notice this)
I’m probably reading too far into this... But look at that scene! Not only was it so domestic that Victor was willing to share his drink with Yuuri (which would result in an indirect kiss!!!!), but Victor seemingly forgot for a moment that the competition was coming up!
He was so engrossed in their sightseeing that he momentarily forgot why they were there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Victor’s been competing for literally years and he still forgot. I know Victor is forgetful but this just shows how much he was enjoying their trip out together.
Anyway I want to tell bi girls, especially with how disgustingly biphobic twitter has been, that if you have a preference for men, don’t feel obligated to try and make yourself seem more “gay.” You’re enough. Don’t suppress your attraction for temporary validation. Your love for all genders is real & valid. you shouldn’t feel restricted or that you have to make fifty wlw moodboards and strip your pages of any mention of men to prove your worth to biphobes. Men are hot. Talk about how much you find them attractive without shame.
“Born from you, but led by me!”
Soooooo, essentially you just had thousands of children together 0-0
*URGENT: PLEASE READ/SIGNAL BOOST*
Saturday, March 7th: Hello everyone, I’m Gemma and sincerely apologize to be asking for help again but, things have unfortunately gone from bad to worse for me and I desperately need help.
As most of you are already aware, I have been struggling financially for quite some time due to my welfare benefits being revoked, under the UK’s controversial changes to how benefits are assessed and assigned. And due to my mental health and some unfortunate DWP mess-ups, my benefits have been on and off sanctions for over a year now.
And despite receiving the results of my medical assessment earlier last month, which stated that I have a limited capability for work due to my persistent low mood and extreme fatigue, my benefits have been suspended without warning or reason. I am currently trying to appeal the decision and make a new claim. However, that will take a few weeks to be processed, and I am also trying to apply for PIP/ESA, which is another long and complicated process.
I currently don’t have any finances to pay anything, and I’m quite literally on the verge of a breakdown, as I am drowning in red notices and final demands, as I used to only get £128 per month and that wasn’t enough to cover my rent and bills leaving me in heavy debt. And I recently had to have my broken electricity meter replaced, I will receive the bill for this sometime next week. *evidence can be provided*
And at the moment, I desperately need help to keep my utilities on, pay my electricity bill and my rent and I also have groceries to get and it would really mean a lot to me if I could get some help. My goal is £600 to help me get by until my benefits are reinstated, hopefully in April.
If anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would literally save my life, and sharing definitely helps just as much as donations. Nobody is obligated in any way to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, I know we’re all struggling.
Thank you for your help 💖
Langa?😳
But now COMPLETED~
You coming?