A Little Messed Up

whenever you stop and listen to self advocacy by people w cognitive disabilities we're always saying things like "i want to choose what clothes to wear" "i want to date without someone supervising me" "i want to have input into what medication and surgeries i get" and like that's really fucking sad and nobody seems to consider how fucking miserable it is for any class in society to be pleading for these things as a group

sometimes people experiencing psychosis and/or mania will come up to you on the street and talk in confusing or upsetting ways. your job is to either have a regular human-to-human conversation with that person or politely leave. your job is not to call 911. do not call 911. you might kill that person if you call 911.

"God never gives you more than you can handle" is survivorship bias. People who got more than they could handle are dead.

Oh, dear. I can't reblog that fast enough.

it’s so fucking tiring to always be on the edge of destruction. like one small thing and then here i am again back in this hole.

Being permanently mentally ill doesn't mean you'll be permanently unhappy

Pro-Endo mixed origin system

they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

I need to keep telling myself it’s not normal to look at sharp objects and wonder how it would feel to cut my skin open with them