Posted 1 day ago

lizclimo:

seems legit

Posted 6 days ago
Posted 1 week ago

Top 21 Anxiety Grounding Techniques

mentally-illectric:

friskyronnie:

a guide i’ve found very helpful and reassuring when i feel a panic attack coming on 

b/c idk who else needs this right now

(Source: rottingronnie)

Posted 2 weeks ago

There are tattoos there now, but to hide the scars. It boggles my mind that people have wrists without scars.

Posted 2 weeks ago

I taught my therapist a new word today.

So, there’s that.

Her: You seem to have a really difficult time putting into words what you’re thinking and feeling.
Me: Yes. I score off the charts on the Toronto Alexithymia Scale.
Her: The WHAT? Alexithymia?
Me: “Without words for feelings.”

Posted 3 weeks ago

Just a little Waka Waka to chill my mind before bed.

Thanks, Shakira.

Posted 3 weeks ago
These are not
battle scars.
These are not
proof of survival.
My riddled body is
not
so poetic.
The fact that they
exist
proves I was
very sad and very sick.
The fact that they
are scar tissued
proves I am
progressing.
This was never supposed to be
poetry.
There is
no
romance
in pain.

Michelle K., Truth About Scars. (via michellekpoems)

Yes.

Posted 3 weeks ago

themanicdoll:

For megannnnnn

I had no idea how much I needed this today.
Posted 3 weeks ago

I feel absolutely worthless and hopeless at the moment.

I want to quit recovery and I can’t.

Dammit.

Posted 3 weeks ago

Feeling incredibly triggered but not being able to use behaviors

edrecoveryprobs:

(sellmysoulfordonuts)

This is the story of my life right now.
Posted 3 weeks ago
Posted 3 weeks ago

inked-black-books:

If I Stay- Gayle Forman

Truth.
Posted 3 weeks ago

For the love of Nancy (heh), can somebody please tell me why I am in tears over any little thing tonight? I expected this *last* fall, when I was fresh out of treatment, all doe-eyed and panicked that any little misstep could be the end of my recovery and thus, the end of my graduate school experience.

But I am solidly in recovery for a year now. I have a full year of graduate classes under my belt, with a 4.0 to boot. I have professors insisting that I apply to doctoral programs.

And yet, on the eve of classes, I am crying over finances and clothes and friends and racism.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep it all together tomorrow.

(And no, I don’t get my period for another three weeks.)

Posted 3 weeks ago

An Experiment

Will all my evening meds be enough to knock me out in the face of 10 oz of diet soda and stress bordering on panic?

Or will I stay up another three hours being unproductive, then finally fall asleep for three hours and then get up to be utterly unproductive for the first day of class?

Posted 3 weeks ago
One day, I’ll get to do this again. 

Just another reason to recover.

One day, I’ll get to do this again.

Just another reason to recover.