The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

I told someone today that they are important. It broke my heart when they told me "no one has ever told me I am important before." If no one has told you, you are important. You specifically, are important. Your existence matters. Your life matters. You are important.

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"

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reblog to form a mighty faggot with your mutuals

Sending love to those desperately trying to reignite their spark.

I want you to know if you're reading this that you are loved in the sense you are stitched into the fabric of the world. In every little interaction or influence or memory, you're woven all up in there. Btw. Kisses you.

This is an anti-despair checkpoint! You must share something you're looking forward to before scrolling on.

rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.

Squeezing oc like a stress ball. Throwing oc at the wall like a tennis ball. Dribbling oc on the ground like a basket ball. Whacking oc with a club like golf ball. AND OTHER SUCH ACTIVIES THAT YOU CAN IMAGINE.