Take a step back from scrolling Derpibooru, and ask yourself “Am I really okay?”
Don’t be afraid to talk about whatever issues you may be going through, whether that be big or small, because it’s never alright to keep things held inside, because that can disorient our judgement as affect our mental health.
Don’t be afraid to say that you need help, because help is always available 24/7, whether that be teachers, doctors or your parents.
Whatever you are going through, you aren’t doing it alone, so don’t be afraid to take a look at yourself, keep your mental health in check and stay positive.
I lost my uncle to mental health illnesses, and I never even got to meet him.
I myself am going through tons of mental health problems, we all do, but we can’t be afraid to reach out in dire situations.
when i get the executive function to follow up with my insurance as to whichever ones are in network, maybe
it’s fine, though, because it’s never gotten to the point where i’m in any immediate physical danger, so it doesn’t really count as a crisis, and doesn’t really matter that much, and i kinda deserve it anyway, so.
I know I’m late to this, but thank you. My parents were very abusive while I was growing up. I don’t think that trauma will ever leave my mind for as long as I live.
We need each other’s and care to survive, and though I may just be a person through the screen that draws art, just know that whatever you are going through, or what you have gone through, that I hope you get better, and overcome this dark time, as it’s never permanent.
No, I’m not. My mental health has been in shambles for twenty years now, with very few slight ‘ups’ and a lot of free-fall ‘downs’. The ‘help’ I truly want is the help nobody wishes to provide. What’s holding me back is a mixture of cowardice and the desire to not hurt the few people I care about. Every day starts with a disappointed thought: Oh, I woke up again. Every day is a battle, as everything craves every drop of what little energy I have. My own memories haunt me, mistakes, guilt, regret. I am my own judge, jury and executioner. I flee from every aspect of this world, this life and this person at every opportunity I get. But you can never truly get away from yourself.
I don’t want ‘help’. I don’t want to get ‘better’. I want out.
But that’s my choice. An unpopular one, I’m sure. I would never encourage anyone else to make that very same choice. Quite contrary. If you can - stay. If you can - talk. If you can - help. Yourself, sure. But those around you as well. No person exists in a vacuum. We’re all sheep, at the end of the day. Herd animals. We need each other.
Help those around you. Give it your all. And when the time comes, at least try to accept help in turn.
Good luck.
I don’t want ‘help’. I don’t want to get ‘better’. I want out.
But that’s my choice. An unpopular one, I’m sure. I would never encourage anyone else to make that very same choice. Quite contrary. If you can - stay. If you can - talk. If you can - help. Yourself, sure. But those around you as well. No person exists in a vacuum. We’re all sheep, at the end of the day. Herd animals. We need each other.
Help those around you. Give it your all. And when the time comes, at least try to accept help in turn.
Good luck.