Dear Anxiety,

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls

At 17, I was a depressed teenager who self harmed and wondered about just how painful it could possibly be to end my life.

Right now, I’m laying on the couch, and I can hear my husband reading our four year old a bedtime story using silly voices.

Life gets better. Make sure you’re there to see it.

failure.

that same anon just sent me ketchup 15 times what did i do to deserve this

I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words.

we are not who you think we are.

the boy with turrets told the funniest jokes

the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings

the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul

the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart

the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep

the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking

the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful

the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs

the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies

the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth

the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied

the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals

we are not who you think we are.

I’m posting the last pages I made for Dépendance, a fic Miraculous AU, and I can’t forget to express how passionate I was about this story. There is an engaging plot and revelations you would not expect. Adrien is the opposite of that delicate boy that everyone knows, and Marinette feels hatred for him for what happened in the past. But they both met on a mission like Ladybug and Chat Noir. In this story they have no powers. And Plagg and Tikki are their bosses.

I thank you for helping @raikumesblog offer to paint the last two pages for me. She was very kind. Soon I will make new collabs with her.

Hope you like it

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reblog if you were bullied and never shot up a school or any other place

Reblog/like if you’ve done one of these. I just want to make sure I’m not alone.

- Religious fasts for the wrong reasons.

- Skipping dinner and then binge eating that same night.

- Telling your parents your eating with friends and telling your friends you already ate.

- Drop subtle hints that you’re struggling and regretting it instantly when people ask if you’re okay.

- Wanting people to check up on you but also not wanting them to

- “Lie” to your therapist about the severity of the situation.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿