There are shiny marks all over your body
some of them narrow, like a hairline;
others wide and recessed, all of them
skin stretched too tight over a chasm
and you’ve got a lie for each one:
I tripped down the stairs, I dropped my iron
I slipped with a knife, I just don’t know
how that got there and they believe,
not because you’re believable
but because you are so many pounds
of pale skin and fragile bone and no one
wants to ask what could possibly be so evil
that you try to dig it out of yourself. No one
wants to ask did you finally get it out?
are you okay now? 

so, are you? | w.k (via avvfvl)

Thank you

As promised, this is my second personal post of the day. This post however, focuses its attention on you. 

Yes, you there. 

I want to say thank you. I believe you do so many things throughout the day, and most of those efforts will go unnoticed by those around you. Maybe because they’re in a hurry, or maybe because they are just as busy making their own for-the-good-of-mankind efforts. Often, we get lost in our own thoughts and habits to recognize those around us. (And perhaps that subject is better left for another time).

I want you to know that someone out there (me) knows you are doing your best, and wants to congratulate and commend you on your achievements. 

You got out of bed, and socialized with your family for a few minutes. You finally beat your personal best. You were able to make your breakfast just perfectly. You went outside and enjoyed the fresh air for the first time in a month. You showed a smile. You finally laughed. You painted your toe nails, just because you felt like it. You actually answered that phone call from your friend, and managed a conversation. You looked in the mirror and liked your nose or your teeth just a bit more than you did yesterday. You made it through the interview, even though your chest felt tight. 

Whatever you did today that took a lot of hard work and trying and maybe even a little sweat, thank you. 

I’m so proud of who you are, and I’m so proud you’re still fighting. <3

Hello, my fellow fighters!

My goodness, it has been way too long since I posted an update, or even put serious time into keeping this blog fresh with new posts. In light of this realization, I’m going to personally write two posts today. This post is an apology for disappearing, and for my lack of persistence with this blog. I must say I’ve missed you all terribly. And that is no joke, or exaggeration. I’ve missed feeling like I was part of a community - one where everyone helps each other. Complete strangers, somehow understanding each others struggles. 

The good news is that I’m back, and now that I’ve somewhat risen from the space between a rock and a hard place, I should be dedicated to all of you once again. And hopefully I’ll be a part of that community.

Thank you for your patience with me, and whatever you do, please keep your chin up, and your eyes on the horizon. Things really do get better, you know. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there is a place called Someday, and you’ll arrive sooner than you think. <3

jennaraaawrxoxx:

andalittlebitmanic:

jennaraaawrxoxx:

wasthatnotsideblog:

just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time

it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness

thanks

Yaaah pretty much.

Right????!!!! This is why things bother me so much that shouldn’t!

Basically!