It's up to you today to start making healthy choices. Not choices that are just healthy for your body, but healthy for your mind.
What people never understand is that depression isn't about the outside; it's about the inside. Something inside me is wrong. Sure, there are things in my life that make me feel alone, but nothing makes me feel more isolated and terrified than my own voice inside my head.
But no matter how much evil I see, I think it’s important for everyone to understand that there is much more light than darkness.
The greater the gap between self perception and reality, the more aggression is unleashed on those who point out the discrepancy.
Soon, when all is well, you're going to look back on this period of your life and be so glad that you never gave up.
I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
It’s worth burning myself out like a matchso long as others receive the light and warmth I dispatch.
Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud,but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hoursjust wanting to make it through the day.There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got throughand the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories,but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desktick tick tickme not making a soundand some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind,but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely waysbut you can not let it.I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness,thinking it will help but it only feeds the fireand I don't want to hurt myself anymore.I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again. It will always be spring again.And there will always be a new day.
She looked down at her bulging veins and she remembered the most important thing that she had forgotten – she was alive.
It is very sad that most of us just aren’t grateful for what we have. If you’re reading this, I think it’s safe to assume that you’re not homeless. You’re not blind. You might be ill, but you’re still alive. And yet, we find it hard to be thankful. To see the gift each day brings us. It is from this lack of true gratitude that we become sad. We have told ourselves over and over that we aren’t happy. That our lives aren’t good. That we’re no good.
We are more than our traumaWe are not our diagnosisWe are more than the worst thingsthat have ever happened to us
You're going to make it;You're going to be at peace;You're going to create, and love, and laugh, and live;You're going to do great things.
If that’s the case, I understand why emotions are hard for you. You’ve numbed yourself to make room for the grief you carry.
I gave up drinking before my twentieth birthday. I haven’t touched the stuff since. And I’ve discovered that not everyone who does horrible things is a horrible person.
See, you’ve got to understand, son. There’s two types of guys in this world. There’s guys . . . who think they’re in control, and guys like us who live in the moment. Who accept life as it is.
It feels like I’m stuck in one spot. It’s been this way for a long time. I know you understand, but now you’re moving on without me. And I—I’m not ready to be alone.
It’s like everyone has their own little recipe for happiness, but no one really seems all that happy.
He pondered his turmoil, wondering which he feared most—losing his father or being alone in the world. Both were inevitable. Neither could be stopped or slowed down. All he could do now was brace for impact.
They say the distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success, I believe you can say the same thing about the distance between good and evil.
Don't live the same day over and over again and call that a life. Life is about evolving mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.
Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me
People who have stepped fully into their power know they don't have to push or force things they know that real power comes from surrender.
If you think you have to step outside your integrity to live your dream, how much can you really believe in it.
You are never left out from the experience of love. You can always give and receive love right from where you're at. It's always up to you.
Your words control your life, your progress, your results, even your mental and physical health. You cannot talk like a failure and expect to be successful.