Para mí todos los meses son el mes de prevención del suicidio, porque en todos lucho para que mi mente sane poco a poco y no vuelvan esos pensamientos. Porque soy yo la que pelea todos los días contra ellos, y no un post de Twitter al año de "no te suicides, la vida es bonita".
I’ve officially removed the “kind” from “kind regards” in my emails. At this point, I’m running on fumes. Depending on how this quarter goes, “regards” may soon become “cold regards.” 😭
You’re exhausted, but you can’t sleep
• You’re starving, but you don’t eat
• You’re hurting, but you can’t cry
• You want help, but can’t ask
• You need connection, but isolate
Depression rewires everything.
It’s not laziness. It’s fucking survival.
kapan ya orang orang sadar kalo penyakit mental kayak depresi bipolar dll itu ga ada bedanya kayak penyakit fisik macem kanker, jantung dll.
bedanya pasien sakit mental ga bisa ujug2 ke IGD buat minta pertolongan, they have to suffer it alone. alone.
this idea you can rationalize your way out of mental illness is pervasive and moronic. in the same way you know it’s stupid to tell a schizophrenic person “there’s nobody there” you’re also not gonna get anywhere with someone whose brain works differently by saying “no one cares”
Imagine opening up about all your trauma to someone you’re dating, only for them to hurt and traumatise you in the exact same way because they knew your weakness.
Someone changes their behavior, isolates, stops talking, acts different y’all call them weird, dramatic, or crazy. Y’all gossip about them. Make jokes. “They doing too much”. “They always got something going on”.Then they’re gone and suddenly everybody cared.