Four hours after my wife’s funeral, my daughter threw her old savings book in the trash and said, “mom never really had any money.” I quietly picked it up and went to the bank.
The moment the bank manager saw the account number, he locked the door, picked up the phone, and called the police...
i think one of the worst parts about having a chronic mental illness is your friends will ask what’s making you sad so they can support you but there’s nothing. there’s nothing Wrong, it’s just my brain and you can’t fix that
My husband’s ex-wife sent me a bouquet of white roses on a random Tuesday. Tucked inside was a note that read, “Thank you for taking care of him. You’ll understand soon.” I thought it was a strange attempt to stir up drama and laughed it off when I showed it to my husband, Daniel. Instead of laughing with me, he went pale and told me to throw the flowers away immediately. Over the next few weeks, little things started bothering me. I found receipts in his pockets from places he swore he’d never visited, and whenever I questioned him, he always had a smooth explanation ready. Then one afternoon his ex-wife called me. I almost ignored her, but something made me answer.
guys... please, stay alive for the books you haven't read, the anime you haven't finished, and the stray cats you haven't petted yet. stay alive for the smell of rain, your morning coffee, the songs that will become ur new favorites, and the versions of urself you haven't met yet
I was today years old when I learned
If you feel it in your chest it's fear
If you feel it in your stomach it's intuition
If you feel it in your head it's anger
If you feel it in your muscles it's anxiety
If you feel it in your mouth it's disgust
If you feel it in your throat it's sadness
If you feel it in your face it's shame
If you feel it throughout your body it's happiness