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  • support
    27.01.2014 - 7 years ago

    Everything Okay?

    If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. 

    If you are located in the United States, consider reaching out to the National Alliance on Mental Illness HelpLine.

    If you are located in the United Kingdom, The Mix is here to help you with any challenge you are facing.  Reach out online, on social or through their free and confidential helpline.

    If you are reading this from in any other country in Europe,  Mental Health Europe has compiled a list of helplines and other resources in your country. 

    For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.

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  • sometimesitsjusttoomuch
    13.04.2021 - 14 hours ago

    I dont know what I am doing with my life right now. I am just wandering around and somehow it feels right. I am doing things you should not do but it just feels right. Its making me happier step by step without me even having a clue about what I am doing. I am just ignoring warnings, doing stuff I want to do. I am just not holding me back anymore I guess. Its so hard to describe. This feeling of letting go and not caring so much anymore, it eases my mind. It helps me to focus on the things that are most important to me, my friends, my family and my dogs. I realized that they are the ones that can make me happy again. But now I am laying in my bed again and I am writing another post. Because its again, too much for my head, I am thinking too much, it starts with simple things which I can find a solution for but my head, my consciousness or even my subconciousness seem to be like a bee hive. You poke it once and everything comes out and tries to attack you, you try to defend yourself by ingoring these thoughts, but you cant, their sting just simply hurts too much to be ignored. At last you give up, you let the thoughts and feelings hit you like an avalanche, youre lost hoping someone will find you and dig you out. But you know, that noone is there that knows where and how deep you are buried. But you found something, a hole, you can breathe through it, you might not make it out but you can survive. This hole for me, is Tumblr. Sadly, while I am buried I cant help the people that dont have such a hole. I try to find them during the day but they just seem to disappear, just like me.

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  • think-sing-sleep-blog
    13.04.2021 - 15 hours ago

    Title 3

    If there is only one thing I can hope for let it be, “This too, will pass.”

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  • hhopelesswolf
    13.04.2021 - 16 hours ago

    Vay amk

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  • white-fledermaus2
    13.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Ich bin an einem Punkt angekommen, an dem ich nicht mehr weis, ob ich überhaupt noch Hilfe will, in der hoffnung dass es vlt doch irgendwann irgendwie noch besser werden kann,

    》 Oder ob ich einfach keinerlei Hilfe mehr will, damit das alles hier hoffentlich möglichst schnell vorbei ist und ich weg bin.

    #gedankenchaos #fragen über fragen #depression#hilfe#keine hilfe#hilflos#hopeless#allein#einsam #ich hasse dich verlass mich nicht #walking at the edge #heartache#tachycardia#chronic pain #ich kann nicht mehr #ich will nicht mehr #brauche entschleunigung #need to be sedated
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  • howsadtho
    13.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    When I was 15 they told me it will get better. I‘m 22 now and it’s even worse.

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  • gloriousnoise
    13.04.2021 - 22 hours ago

    New Sincere Engineer: Out Of Reach

    New Sincere Engineer: Out Of Reach

    Video: Sincere Engineer – “Out Of Reach” Directed by Brandon Hoeg. Single out now on Hopeless Records. Another new song but still no album announcement. Come on! What’s the hold up? Deanna Belos told Under the Radar she “wrote this song when Chicago was in the middle of a ~polar vortex~. It was particularly influenced by the time I got up at 4 AM, went to grab a drive-thru coffee, only to…

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  • letterst0n00ne
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    dark hole

    In the darkness the girl lived, hoping the shadows would erase her shape. That was the only way she survived, for she was too scared to see what wasn’t hidden. But not even the night brought her sleep, not even the blindness brought her comfort. Even though she knew nothing stayed the same, she told herself it would. With that illusion of safety, she rested.

    But it was in one of those endless nights, with only her and her headaches, that she saw him. Clear and bright, he spoke to her. Under the spell of his deep and soothing voice she fell in love. Red was his desire, her blood, and his color.

    He taught her to see in shades of grey, for even when she thought impossible, there were depths in oblivion. There were shadows lighter and others darker, which made it possible for her to move around and explore her den like never before. This exciting new knowledge got her out of bed, but as she proceeded to naively reach for the door to the outside world, she collapsed. No longer was she aware of what was out there, and the headache that took her was unforgivably stronger.

    She lied catatonic, blinking rapidly at the lights that stroke her. He sensed her despair, searched, found, and came for her. By singing a lullaby he put her in a coma, and she gave in, with no strength to resist. Shapeless as he was, he commanded her anesthetized body to crawl to where she came from. She closed her eyes in a smile, feeling the comfort from his smell, which guided her instincts.

    When she woke up again, she found herself at her home. He was there beside her, only waiting for her to reawaken. Taking but a minute to recollect from what just happened, she cried from her pain, remembering how cruel and uninviting the world was. Whispering to her ear, he said, I know. He then embraced her, and from that she finally understood. Her only home was with him. He welcomed her, accepted her, and tried to help her. No one else did that. There was no one else but him.

    Together they stayed in her dark hole, longer than she remembered her existence to be. Time was unknown to her, a constant she had no memory of. Countless nights they spent together, becoming one. That was his wish, the proof of his love. And that was all she longed for, to be closer to her only one. The possibility of sharing his essence made her heart race, in a point that she thought possible to be able to love herself once more.

    As they merged, the girl noticed her hands and fingers became two dimensional, like him. Her movement changed along with her shape. She noticed that she got slimmer, flexible as a puddle, but there was barely no dominance or control for smaller, marginal, movements. She tried moving her thumb, without success. She did it again, with all the force she had left, unable to accept defeat. Her bony hand cracked, and from it came the only color that she recognized. His own. Confused, she looked at him, exasperated. He looked at her undisturbed. Hush. When we are together, you won’t feel it. This won’t matter.

    With every shift she lost a part of herself. No longer was she able to keep track of her breaths. Her heart rate was still, quiet. Almost unnoticeable. Seasons changed, but no difference in light was observed trespassing through her curtains. No transpiration or drops of sweat emerged in her skin. The ability to react was removed from her existence.

    Closing her eyes and opening them appeared equal. No smell contaminated her nostrils. No music, no birdsong, and no conversation could be detected. All she could her was his breath. How do you feel?

    Silence.

    She formulated an answer, but no sound came out from her lips.

    Who are you?

    She thought it, she heard it, she said it.

     Nothing.

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  • howsadtho
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    I‘ve been waiting for years that it gets better but somehow it never did.

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  • worthless-misery
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    I'm sorry for being who I am...

    I hate me too.

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  • worthless-misery
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Dear diary... (Trigger warning)

    Once again I'm thinking of ways I could end this...

    I've been afraid to try something again....

    But I can't stay here for long...

    I really can't take this anymore...

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  • elizabethanism
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago
    keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of the times, can we?

    Bret Easton Ellis, The Informers

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  • blacksoularis
    13.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    heavy

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  • a-wanderer-rambler-and-drifter
    12.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Damn it guys guess what! I found out I’m positive...

    Of being a hopeless romantic 😞😪

    Well I’m fucked.

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  • hopelesslife93
    12.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Quegli occhi. Che tornarno.

    Ero per strada con mio padre qualche ora fa, stavamo passeggiando. Oramai stare a casa tutto il giorno è diventata un'agonia.

    Mentre camminavamo ho girato lo sguardo, forse perché sentivo che ci chiamavano. Guardo.

    Era X insieme ad una collega/componente dell'associazione. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. Bello. (si, potrei ripeterlo all'infinito!!!!). Io ovviamente, sono corsa a salutare la tizia che era con lui (nonché mio "capo di lavoro") abbracciandola, e lui mio padre (che si vanta di definire continuamente con il suo mito).

    "Eh, non potevo perdere quest'occasione unica di salutare tuo padre!" ha detto X. "Eh beh, certamente! Come potevi!!", gli ho risposto. Ho detto a quest'altra persona che le avrei scritto domani e lei mi ha detto che mi pensava. Ha fatto eco X "Anche io la penso. La penso sempre". "Si si... a parole", ho detto io.

    Mi guardava, come fa lui. Mi guardava i capelli (oramai viola da un po'). Anche io l'ho guardato ma non riuscivo ad avere lo sguardo fisso su di lui, così come successo in passato. Poi gli ha iniziato a squillare il telefono e si è allontanato, chiudendo quindi il nostro breve incontro.

    Una parte di me sperava/credeva che mi scrivesse... ed invece non l'ha fatto ne lo farò io (dato che aspetto ancora risposta ad un messaggio di Venerdì sera).

    E niente. Il famoso "quando ci vediamo?" sono più che consapevole che non vedrà mai la luce della realtà.

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  • azaenigma
    12.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Feeling Hopeless After a Conviction

    You don't have to feel hopeless after a conviction. #afterfelony #felonfriendly #findinghope #feelinghopeless #lifeafterafelony

    Hey Readers! It’s been a busy, crazy couple of weeks for me and mine. Late deep cleaning of the house, multiple new room-mates – including a beautiful doggy, and new installments at my day job. It’s been an adjustment, but we’re muddling through. Speaking of adjustments, one thing that I recall from my early years of felon-hood – is that feeling of hopelessness. Well, hopelessness and a lot of…

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  • ferrodipendente
    12.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    ...e sono pronta per la guerra.

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  • aching-for-strength
    12.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Watch "itn17fgb" on YouTube

    #mental health #reblog to save lives #god loves you #daily life #god loves everyone #youtube#hopelessness#hopeless#depression sucks#it sucks #tw sucidal thoughts #language warning#this sucks #my life sucks
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