My grandma asked me today: "If everyone in the world wrote down their problems and put them in a hat, would you risk grabbing one, or keep yours?" It changed how I see life...
Estar vivendo com depressão é tipo hoje acordei senti um vazio profundo, de tarde fui na padaria comer um sonho e a vida parece um pouco mais possível por alguns minutos. Repete.
When someone dies by suicide, people ask:
Why didn’t they talk to someone?
What were they thinking?
How could they do that?
But when someone tries to open up, the world often says:
You’re overreacting.
You’ll be fine.
You’re too sensitive.
That’s life get on with it.
Silencing people in pain and then judging their silence is one of the cruellest things we do as a society.
A man calling you "baby" means nothing. A man calling you his girlfriend means nothing. A man giving you a baby means nothing. I'm about to hurt some feelings with this next one... A man marrying you means ΝΟΤΗING. You know what actually means something? A man changing himself, his lifestyle, and his ways because he doesn't want to lose you. THAT'S what means something.
You want to stay home, bake sourdough and have 9 kids? Wonderful!
But if another woman wants to go to med school and become the ob-gyn who helps you deliver those 9 kids, you don't get to guilt or shame her for HER CHOICE.