update: it is 8:23 in the morning and the on campus Starbucks was closed and I’m in a math class
over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”
where is this bless whoever you are
you don’t “beat” depression. you don’t “defeat” eating disorders. you survive them. stop making severe mental illnesses sound like something you can overcome just by throwing the right punch.
I don’t agree with this at all. Mental illnesses are illnesses, and yes, you survive them, but not by happenstance. it’s not like surviving a freak accident or a plane crash, it’s not luck. Sickness just happens to you, but survival requires a fight. Surviving mental illness is physically and emotionally taxing and if thinking about your illness as a tangible enemy that you need to consistently sucker punch in the face… keep punching! that’s the key: no, recovery isn’t about throwing the right punch, it’s about throwing punch after punch. it’s about aggressively and consistently combatting your own destructive instincts until they stop punching back. battle on little warrior
"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in
Do you ever catch yourself thinking rude things about someone or judging them and you’re like “hey stop that, that’s not nice don’t u do that”