Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.
my teacher sent a student home today because the student had had an anxiety attack earlier in the morning and she said “if you have a broken bone, you don’t just keep walking on it and damaging it more, you treat it. Your mental health is the same. Health then school.”I was about to get really angry but it took a different turn than I expected
okay listen up if I’m wearing something that shows my scars it does not mean that
- I’m looking for attention
- I want you to notice
- I want you to feel bad for me
- I want anything from you
what it means is that I am coming to terms with my body and what I have done to it and I’m trying to get comfortable in my own skin again and if you could not make a big deal about it that would be great thanks.
Don’t you dare draw a butterfly on my wrist and tell me every time I cut I hurt you. Don’t you DARE. My recovery is something I do for me, you putting this on me makes this process about you, and makes relapse even worse. So don’t you get all high and mighty and say “every time you cut, you hurt the butterfly, and me” because every time I cut I hurt me. I’m recovering for me.
“You know that death is the most beautiful part of life, right? Death is beautiful because we all fear death. And fear is the most amazing emotion of all because it creates complete awareness. It brings you to now, and it makes you truly present. And when you’re truly present, that’s nirvana. That’s pure love. So death is pure love.”