While it’s about what I eat and don’t eat, it’s also about the things that I notice when my emotions aren’t being placated by sweet-salty-fat-savory chemicals

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I feel worthless and I don’t know where it is coming from. In my world men don’t share their feelings, they do not care about mine. If I try to tell them how i feel they are incapable of hearing it or doing anything about it. The ‘closer’ I get to him the more impossible it seems. ‘This too shall pass. It isn’t real. He doesn’t know how to deal with own messiness, rarely mentions it, tends to ignore it or push it aside if anything. What is he going to do with my messiness?’

https://therepurposedwarehouse.wordpress.com/2021/01/17/week-2-this-is-going-to-hurt

I really don’t know what’s the point of writing this into the internet

Keywords: the boring life

But I just felt like it might serve as a service announcement to people I love to be patient with me. As frustrated you are with me or hate me, trust me on this, I am beyond frustrated with myself and hate myself too. Maybe even more. I hope I’m worthwhile staying around because I’m really trying my best to find balance in my moods.

https://inshirahmajid.com/2020/08/22/please-be-patient-with-me

You have to be able to treat yourself like someone that you love

Keywords: happiness, life, lockdown, love yourself, self love

I have spent so long criticising myself telling myself that I don’t make my family proud because of my mistakes and that no one truly loves me because they all just feel sorry for me so they stick around. I often fail to forgive myself for the mistakes I make (even though its only part of being human). I’ve spent so much time stood in the mirror in my underwear just staring at myself and my body picking apart every single thing I dislike about myself like my thighs being too big, my tummy getting rolls when I sit down and leaving lines when I sit for too long, the fat on my back, the fact I have no triceps, the way my hair falls naturally honestly the list goes on and even though everyone would tell me there’s nothing wrong with me id still see it no matter what anyone said.

https://cerysallen.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/learning-to-love-myself

Perfection results in avoidance, procrastination, poor time management, process addiction, fitting in instead of belonging, conditional self-worth, relentless management of others’ perceptions, and in general, a lack of joy, creativity, courage, compassion, fulfillment and wholehearted living

How perfectionism keeps us stuck:

  1. It keeps us avoiding and procrastinating: If I can’t do it perfect (and I know I probably can’t) then why should I waste my time doing it at all?
  2. It’s attached to shame with a constant feeling of “Not-Good-Enough-ness”
  3. It keeps us trying, stumbling, self-deprecating, and unfulfilled
  4. It keeps us hustling to manage the unwanted perceptions of others
  5. It’s a creativity killer

https://vulnerablevoice.blog/2020/03/12/confessions-of-a-recovering-perfectionist-when-perfectionism-keeps-you-from-writing-a-blog-post-about-perfectionism

We all do stupid shit.

adulthood, adulting, anxiety, bipolar, depression, life, mental health, mental illness, recovery

Pencil Thoughts

Hey everyone,

Did I ever tell you that about the time I was in such a rush to get home because I felt like anxiety was closing the world in around me, that I walked up to the wrong house and was trying to open the door with my key for a good few minutes. I can laugh about it now because I must have looked like an idiot cursing at a door that didn’t belong to me ( thank god no one was home). I remember finally realising that I was telling the wrong door to ” fucking open you piece of shit”, I felt like anxiety was going to swallow me whole. I was only one house along, and as soon as I closed my front door, I cried my eyes out. Was I crying over the original anxiety or the new anxiety from trying to get into…

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Depression compression

depression , mentalhealth , selfcompassion , shame

The Stories in my Head

This week, I’d like to continue to write honestly about how I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Part of me feels a little bit annoying and pitiful, but another part of me is screaming screw it! I started this blog to be transparent and honest, and to focus on mental health. And the honest truth is that life’s journey is full of ups and downs, and I will be damned if I have to hide the parts of my life that aren’t sunshine and rainbows.

As someone who is predisposed to depression, I have slowly started to realize (and am striving to accept) that I will always have a tendency to be pulled downward into the spiral of depression. Especially when life throws curve balls – and let’s face it: life is full of those!

I have a tendency to feel ashamed of my emotions, which often pushes me to…

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