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40 Affordable Self-Care Ideas

While the mainstream perception of self-care involves splurging, people who manage mental illnesses or other conditions know “self-care” isn’t just a luxury you use with your vacation days — it can be life-saving. Something you need to practice daily to keep yourself in check. So when we talk about self-care, we don’t always mean an expensive, once-in-a-while luxury. We mean doing small things every day to help manage your general well-being. Because let’s be real — even if you can’t afford more expensive types of self-care, we can make time for the little acts of self-care that are in the long run, good for our minds.

To get some affordable self-care ideas, we asked our mental health community to share cheap ways they take care of themselves. (We added a few ideas of our own, too).

Here’s what they shared with us:

1. Meditate with a free meditation app.


2. Shower.


  • “Cold baths and showers really help my anxiety and mood.” — David C.
  • “Scream in the shower.” — Clary P.
  • “Taking a long shower and paying attention to the feel of the water on my body. And using lotion afterwards is relaxing, too!” –Kristina M.

3.Earphones in, music loud to drown out thoughts and go for a long walk!” — Tasha G.

4. “Knitting crochet.” — Staci L.

5. Reading.


6.Write a gratitude list, no matter how bad my day. Helps to focus on the positives no matter how small.” — Louise H.

7. “Get out of bed 10 minutes earlier in the morning and have a bit of quiet time or read a magazine before work. Don’t look at your email until you reach the office.” — Mairin B..

8. Coffee with chocolate and milk, tastes great and enhances mood.” — Kinga W. 

9.Coloring every morning to destress before I start my day.” — Carol H.

10. “Signing off from social media from a few days to a few weeks.” — Lori H.

11. “Taking a walk outside really helps boost my mood when I’m feeling down.” — Emily B.

12.I do my hair and make up every day to make myself feel better.” — Morgan P.

13. “Walk and socialize dogs at your local shelter. Definitely the best part of my week.” — Elaine S.

14. “I put on a playlist of my favorite songs to dance to. Then I rock out, lip sync, and get lost in the music. It gives me a break from reality and sometimes it changes my perspective after a 20-minute performance.” — Joy L.


15. “Horror movies make me happy.” — Andrea R.

16. “I had my therapist make a voice recording for me so I can listen to her between sessions when I’m feeling anxious. It’s a great way to feel connected when my brain starts to sabotage me.” — Monika S.

17. “I hug strangers. I was in the ER about a month ago for kidney stones, and I hugged the Muslim woman who took my insurance information. I’ve hugged people in Costco, the mall, the grocery store, pretty much wherever. I always ask first and have never been turned down. Hugging releases oxytocin, so it’s all happiness and smiles. — Erin N.

18. “I walk and walk for miles on the beach with my dog, it clears my head, I breathe in salty ocean air and feel my worries and fears disappear, my heart gets lighter and my mind quieter.” — Gaia F.

19. “I go to parks after the sun dies down and people evacuate to their homes for dinner and take my dog for a walk, or if really stressed I go for late night drives.” — Dawn C.

20. “Checking in with my physical and mental state periodically throughout the day. I also make a point to journal at least once a day every day and have done so for years now. It helps to get stuff off my chest as well as gives me the ability to sort things out and notice patterns.” — Megan S.

21. “I’ll put on my most favorite outfit I feel like I look best and feel confident in and I’ll do my makeup and hair really pretty and just take a crap ton of selfies.” — Morgan A.

22. “Having breakfast.” — Gizem B.

23. “Wearing fresh clothes.” — Gizem B.

24. “Eating a piece of bitter chocolate.” — Gizem B.

25. “Hot tea.” — Ysabeau C.


  • Lavender tea
  • Chamomile Tea
  • Valerian Root Tea

26. “Washing my hands and face. It’s a simple refresh, but enough of a system reset.” — Jo P.

27. “Keeping the house tidy when I’m well so that I feel less chaotic.” — Rosa T.

28. “Writing.” — Brittany H.

29.I also watch webcams of faraway sunny places when my seasonal depression gets bad.” — Susan L.

30. “Just getting out into nature. It helps ground me and reminds me that sometimes things are simple and beautiful.” — Crystal Y.

31. “I’m a painter, and creating art helps take my emotions and transfer them into something beautiful. Then I share it with the world. It’s so freeing.” — Shannan A.

32. “Practicing mindfulness techniques, no matter what sorts of stress relieving activities you choose. Focusing on the sensations of the ‘now’ moment — sounds, smells, sights and the like. Analyze all the small individual melodies and harmonies of your favorite music. The colors you see out on a nature walk. The taste of your favorite beverage. The feel of a favorite blanket. Overload your senses to stay out of a maladaptive headspace. And if you can’t break out of your imagination, you do what I do — focus your train of thought on an imaginative activity like reading, writing, drawing, painting or making music. Find a productive outlet for your feelings.” — Lisa G.

33. “I color on breaks at work when I’m feeling overwhelmed — it helps calm my brain.” — Rae K.

34. “Laying in the sun, on grass. It helps me to feel like I’m still on the ground.” — Brooke B.

35. “I write exactly how I feel. Then on another sheet of paper I write something positive about myself.” — Adrian T.

36.Brushing my teeth.” — Sebastian P.

37. “I crawl under all my blankets. The weight of them all is really calming.” — Jenny D.

38. Listen to a podcast.


39. “Make myself a home-cooked meal with a nice table setting.” — Kerstin W.

40. “Placing sticky notes everywhere with the good traits I have it a funny memory or anything positive that makes me laugh or smile even if its just for a moment.” — Chloe R.

What would you add?


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Being in the Psych Ward Felt Like the End, but It Was Just the Beginning

The day I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital was the worst of my life.

I remember sitting in the dining area late at night, waiting to be seen, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe and begging my husband to take me home.

I remember seeing a doctor who explained that if I didn’t stay voluntarily, I would be sectioned. I was in a no-win situation.

Physically and mentally, I was in a place in which I never, ever dreamed I would end up.

It felt, that night, as if my life had ended.

In fact, it was a new beginning.

It’s often said you have to reach rock bottom before you can start to travel upwards again, and for me, that held true.

I was completely horrified to have ended up in a psych unit, but my admission marked the start of my healing.

Without that admission, I wouldn’t have had the complete break from real life that I so desperately needed but was trying to avoid.

I wouldn’t have had the time and space my mind needed to sleep, to rest, to stop fighting itself.

I wouldn’t have met the psychologist who took the time to talk to me, to understand me, to get to know me, and to work out what I needed from therapy on my discharge.

I wouldn’t have been referred to a psychiatrist who was willing to do what no other doctor had done before: take a proper look at my medication and make changes that would, in time, help lift me from the bleak, terrifying hollow of depression.

I wouldn’t have met the psychiatric nurse who visited me daily after my discharge, a lifeline for both me and my husband.

I wouldn’t have met women who, like me, had seen their lives ravaged by mental illness through no fault of their own.

I wouldn’t have known the extent of my friends’ love for me, as they rallied around me with visits, phone calls, cake and hand-holding.

My time on the psych ward was also a validation. For too long, I’d been battling with the idea that my mental illness was, literally, all in my head. That it was something I should be able to snap out of, or think myself out of. That I was a great big fraud and if I just tried harder, I would be OK.

Being admitted to the hospital made me realize this wasn’t something I was just making up. I had a real, serious, life-threatening illness. It made me realize this was not my fault. It was not something I could control. And, above all, it could be treated.

I won’t deny that being in a psych unit was tough. It was scary and lonely, and I spent my time in there longing to get out.

But now I realize it was not only what I needed at the time but also the start of my illness being taken seriously at last. Without it, would I have got the help I needed to get better? It seems unlikely.

So to you, curled up in a corner in a psychiatric ward, frightened, isolated, desperately unwell and thinking your life as you know it is over, I reach out my hand and urge you to hang in there.

I know that right now, it seems as if things couldn’t possibly be any worse. But from struggle can come healing, and this can be just the start.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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Universities Cannot Continue to Ignore the Needs of Students With Mental Illnesses

Before I started university, I had a vision of myself as a brilliant academic, navigating the world of higher education as naturally and smoothly a fish in water. I envisioned it to be just like high school but without the petty dramas and politics that had bogged me down. I came from a small town, so plenty of people knew myself and my family, and so my struggles with mental health, depression in particular, had been well-accommodated for to ensure I would be able to achieve all I was capable of. I had been sheltered by this wealth of support and had no reason to believe this would not carry forth into this new realm of academia. I was sorely mistaken.

The city I moved to and the fast-paced nature of university life were huge culture shocks for me. I wasn’t used to the noise, the bustle, and felt like a stereotype of a small-town girl in the big city. I felt embarrassed, my hopes of making a quick adjustment burst in the instant I had arrived. I struggled to adjust to a lonelier life without the friends I had grown up with, and I found the transition from high school student to university student almost impossible to navigate alongside my mental health problems. I had not yet been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD); that would come a year later, and so I found it hard to communicate exactly why I was struggling so much and how the university could help.

After three arduous months of living in residency halls owned by the university, where I was bullied for my introverted, quiet nature, I moved back to my hometown and commuted in for lectures and contact time. Moving out was not something many students did and I had to go through a lot of bureaucracy, citing my mental health as a reason to be let out of my rental contract, to be allowed to go home. On the one hand, I was back amongst the people I had known almost my whole life. and the familiarity was comforting, but I was also incredibly isolated and felt a huge separation between myself and the university life my peers were enjoying so much. This only exacerbated my mental illness and particularly played upon some of my BPD traits, making me feel as if there was nowhere I fit in, that I would never achieve anything of substance, and that I had been in some way abandoned, be it by my rose-tinted optimism of university life or by the institution itself that had failed to offer me any support.

After giving evidence from my doctor that my mental health would not permit me to stay at the residency halls, I expected an email, a letter, something from someone within my school that would offer me the help I desperately wanted but could not access. Instead, I found that, as typical with many large universities, individual departments were not very much in contact with one another, and so I took responsibility for myself and contacted the Disability Services. Even there, I was held back from the resources I needed to access by the ocean of paperwork I had to get through, and even when support was offered, there were waiting lists that became increasingly harder to hold out for as I began to slip into a period of crisis. While I understand university mental health provisions lack sufficient funding and are increasingly under strain from the sheer number of people who need that kind of
support, I felt as if I had been failed; nobody could point me in the direction of emergency services available in my city or any financial advice provisions I could access, as I was severely low on money. As my depression became more overwhelming and I eventually developed serious suicidal ideations, I was forced to take an interruption from studies.

This was not a decision I took lightly. To interrupt my studies meant surrendering the all-important funding I was receiving for studying. It meant telling my parents I simply “couldn’t cut it” at university, that I was not the brilliant student I had pretended to be. It meant losing a group of friends who could not maintain contact with me as my mental health got worse. It put huge strain on my relationship as my partner became my whole social life. It was something I felt forced into, unable to sit and pass my upcoming exams because of absences and an utter lack of concentration and focus when I was present at a lecture. I was not really told of any other options, and it seemed to be all I was left with.

While I needed that eight months, as it turned out, to allow myself for the first time in seven years to just collapse and breakdown, it had devastating consequences on my life. Throughout the eight months I was not studying, I had almost no contact with the university and was offered very little in the way of interim support. In fact, they failed to appropriately deal with the financial side of my interruption that they were responsible for, and I ended up, for a time, completely penniless but unable to work, so I had no income.

Mental health is not taken seriously enough in any institution in society. From education to healthcare to the workplace, mental illness still unfortunately carries a great stigma, and there is a belief that it is something one can just shake off – be positive and strong and it will get better. My experience has taught me the importance of asserting myself and my needs, understanding what it is that I want and striving for it. Students with mental health problems do not receive the appropriate support, and often, accommodations are not made to ensure they can achieve their potential as their peers can. Disabled students are at such a disadvantage within the world of academia, and institutions have a responsibility to ensure every student is afforded the same opportunities to succeed. Now in recovery, I aim to use my experience of the system to advocate for those in crisis now and those who need access to life-saving resources and mental health provisions. Students with mental illnesses are just as capable as their peers. We just need to right kinds of support in place, and we need everyone to get alongside this and fight for us.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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Amy Bleuel, Founder of Project Semicolon, Passes Away at 31

Amy Bleuel, known in the mental health community as the person behind the popular semicolon tattoo, passed away on Thursday, March 23 at the age of 31, Project Semicolon confirmed to The Mighty on Wednesday.

Update March 30 8:45 a.m. PST: The Mighty has confirmed Amy died by suicide. Please when reporting on this story, refer to Recommendations for Reporting on Suicide.  For whoever needs help right now, you can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741-741, or call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.

If you see a semicolon as more than just punctuation, you probably know Amy. Her movement, called Project Semicolon, is a global nonprofit dedicated to presenting hope and love for those who are struggling with mental illness, suicide, addiction and self-injury.

She told The Mighty in 2015, “In literature, an author uses a semicolon to not end a sentence but to continue on. We see it as you are the author and your life is the sentence. You’re choosing to keep going.”

The semicolon manifested in both drawings and tattoos and quickly became a sign of hope for those who struggled with self-harm and suicidal thoughts.

In The Mighty community, people have written about their semicolon tattoos, and again and again we would see semicolon tattoos in the pictures people share with us:

“This is the tattoo I’m proudest of.” — Kris Lindsey

“My husband got this tattoo for me to show his support for my mental illness. I have bipolar 2, generalized and social anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder.” — Jennifer Rushton

“My sister and I got matching tattoos last year – a combination of a semicolon and a butterfly with our fingerprints as the wings, representing both of our struggles with depression as well as many people we both know who have various mental health problems.” — Rachel Dillon

“I had postpartum anxiety and OCD after my son, and after overcoming it I got this tattoo in honor of the semicolon project! That I chose to continue my sentence instead of end it.” — Ethan Lexie Clouse

“I got the word warrior because I fight with these thoughts every day, and I survived a suicide attempt. The semicolon is in there because it symbolizes that my story isn’t over. I got it right there on my arm so I can see it clearly every day and remind myself to stay strong.” — Ashley Lake

I got the word warrior because I fight with these thoughts every day, and I survived a suicide attempt. The semicolon is in there because it symbolizes that my story isn’t over. I got it right there on my arm so I can see it clearly every day and remind myself to stay strong.” — Ashley Lake

Thank you for the impact you’ve had on the mental health community, Amy. You will be missed.

Related: If Amy Bleuel’s Death Leaves You Feeling More Helpless, Please Remember This

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

Correction: This article originally incorrectly reported Amy passed away on Friday, March 24. Project Semicolon let us know the correct date is Thursday, March 23.

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7 Important Lessons My Mental Illness Taught Me

My mental illness, after six years of struggling with it, has taught me many things. It has taught me strength, given me hope and allowed me to meet so many amazing people. Here are some of the most important things it has taught me and might have taught you too:

1. True friends are hard to come by and can be even harder to keep when you struggle with your mental health.

Sometimes it’s so exhausting and tough living inside your own mind that keeping friends is not the most important thing on your list of things to do. But when you do find them, they become the most precious people in your life, and sometimes the only people who truly understand you.

2. Getting rid of toxic elements in your life is of vital importance.

When you struggle with your mental health, you can become your worst enemy. There’s nothing or no one who can do you more harm than you. So ridding yourself of all toxic elements in your life, of everything that is doing you more harm than good, is one of the best things you can do.

3. Being strong does not mean not struggling.

In our society, we are often made to believe we must always be happy and that struggling makes us weak. That is absolutely not true. It’s how you deal with your struggles that makes or breaks you. Remember, you’ve survived 100 percent of your worst days — who says you can’t live through a couple more?

4. You are never alone.

Though it definitely sometimes feels like it, you are never truly alone. There will always be someone willing to listen, whether that be a family member, a friend, a psychologist or even someone at a call center.

5. Not being OK is 100 percent OK.

You are allowed to feel bad. You are allowed to have bad days. Your feelings are totally and utterly valid. Do not let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

6. It’s OK to ask for help.

You don’t always have to put on a smiling face. Asking for help is never a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength. You don’t have to go through this alone, and the right people will always be there to support you.

7. Putting yourself first might be the best thing you do.

It is completely acceptable to put yourself first for once and to think about yourself. It is not selfish, and you are not a “bad” person for doing so. You’ve been putting others first for so long, so give yourself a break and take care of yourself for once.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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The Problem With Disconnecting From Your Emotions

I know from personal experience, disconnecting from reality may seem like the answer when your life gets overwhelming. It seems like your only option. Hell, who wants to go through the emotional roller coaster of depression and anxiety on top of the crappy day you just had? I often was in the habit of just disconnecting from reality. I just imagined it was all happening to someone else and I could not feel a thing.

I. Could. Not. Feel. A. Thing.

I could not feel happiness. I could not feel sadness. I could not feel empathy, or love or anything. Just numb. And let me tell you something right here and now. When you get out of that numbness, there is nothing more terrifying than the though of reentering that phase. At the time it seems like the best solution, right? Why wouldn’t I want an easy get-out-of-emotion free card? The problem with disconnecting is that those emotions just simply become buried, to be brought up at another time. It is always healthier to face your emotions when they are presented to you. We all know what happens when emotions and issues get bottled up. Nothing good ever comes from that. Ever.

Ever since I have decided to try and deal with my emotions rather than just disconnect from reality, I will say I have grown stronger in my walk with this illness. I have learned things from this illness that I would have never learned had I decided to disconnect. I am finally beginning to learn how to deal with emotions better than I ever have been thanks to making the decision that I was going to fight like hell to face any of the emotions that cross my path. It is easy to disconnect or to self-medicate the pain away. It all is only temporary though. Right when you come back, your issues are right in your face just in a bigger way. I know first hand how tough major depression and anxiety can be. That is why I implore you to fight. Don’t stand down and look at the ground. No. You jump up to the challenge and confront the emotions and situation and do your damn best. You never go down without a fight! That is not who we are! We are fighters until the end! Never surrender what is yours in this life. Never disconnect to temporarily retreat from your situation. Never step down to depression and anxiety.

Always try your very best to fight back.

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