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Letting go is one of the hardest things to do when you’re depressed.

You hold on to thoughts that hurt you.
You replay conversations, regrets, and what-ifs.
You carry old shame like it’s a part of who you are.

Sometimes the pain becomes part of your identity.
It feels safer to cling to the familiar than to face the unknown without it.

But holding on is heavy.
And the truth is, some of the things you’re holding were never meant to stay.

You don’t have to carry every mistake.
You don’t have to keep proving how broken you are.
You don’t have to keep punishing yourself just because you’ve been hurt.

Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means loosening your grip on what’s hurting you.
So you can breathe again.
So you can heal.

It might not happen all at once.
But maybe you can start with one thought.
One memory.
One moment of kindness toward yourself.

What’s something you’re ready to let go of, even if it’s just for today?

Also, if you're going through a tough time right now, I want you to know that I post daily mental health videos about how I recovered from depression and suicide back when I was a teen. So if you or anyone you know is struggling with these issues and wants help, click on one of the links below or write me if you have any questions:

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When you’re deep in depression, life doesn’t feel like a blessing.

It feels like a burden.

Every day feels heavy.

Every thought feels like a weight.

But here’s something you might not have been told.

You don’t have to feel grateful to begin acting like you are.

Sometimes the smallest shift in how you show up changes everything.

You take one mindful breath.

You step outside and feel the air.

You choose to look at something—anything—with curiosity instead of pain.

And in that small moment, something inside begins to soften.

You are not faking it.

You are practicing aliveness.

And that practice is part of recovery.

When you start treating life like it matters—even just a little—it slowly starts to feel like it does.

You don’t have to wait for joy to come to you.

Sometimes, you lead the way.

What’s one small way you can act like life is a blessing today?

Also, if you're going through a tough time right now, I want you to know that I post daily mental health videos about how I recovered from depression and suicide back when I was a teen. So if you or anyone you know is struggling with these issues and wants help, click on one of the links below or write me if you have any questions

www.instagram.com/thomas_of_copenhagen

www.tiktok.com/@thomas_of_copenhagen

#MentalHealth #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #BipolarDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Addiction #dissociativedisorders #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #ADHD #Fibromyalgia #EhlersDanlosSyndrome #PTSD #Cancer #RareDisease #Disability #Autism #Diabetes #EatingDisorders #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #RheumatoidArthritis #Suicide #MightyTogether

Sometimes it feels like the world is shutting you out...

The relationship ends.

The opportunity disappears.

The people you trusted walk away.

And when you're in the middle of depression, every closed door feels personal. Like more proof that you're not enough. Like the universe is punishing you.

But what if that door closed because it was leading you somewhere you didn’t belong? What if that thing you were desperate to hold onto was never worthy of who you’re becoming?

You are allowed to stop fighting for what is trying to leave.

You are allowed to stop knocking.

You are allowed to trust that what didn’t open was never meant to carry you forward.

You haven’t been abandoned. You’re being redirected.

And where you're headed is worth far more than what you’ve left behind.

Has a closed door ever led you somewhere better?

~ Thanks to all. Thanks for all. ~

Also, if you're going through a tough time right now, I want you to know that I post daily mental health videos about how I recovered from depression and suicide back when I was a teen. So if you or anyone you know is struggling with these issues and wants help, click on one of the links below or write me if you have any questions.

www.instagram.com/thomas_of_copenhage

www.tiktok.com/@thomas_of_copenhagen

#MentalHealth #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #BipolarDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Addiction #dissociativedisorders #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #ADHD #Fibromyalgia #EhlersDanlosSyndrome #PTSD #Cancer #RareDisease #Disability #Autism #Diabetes #EatingDisorders #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #RheumatoidArthritis #Suicide #MightyTogether

Dreams aren't just for the strong and fit,
Not only for bodies that never quit.

They say, Work hard anything is yours,
But what if your body closes those doors?

What of the girl with a mind so bright,
But her herniated disc steals her light?

What of the man with fire in his eyes,
But arthritis clips his every try?

What of the boy who fights through the pain,
While cancer fatigue floods like rain?

What of the ones both poor and ill,
Who have the heart, the dream, the will?

They've seen the doctors, spent all they had,
Tried every cure, every hope they grabbed.

But the world looks past their quiet fight,
Because they don’t fit the labels right.

Not fully disabled, not fully well,
They live in a silent, aching hell.
No aid, no care, no reserved seat
Just pain behind smiles, quiet defeat.

Society says, You’re young, you’re fine,
But illness doesn’t wait in line.
It doesn’t knock, it doesn’t warn
It enters lives and leaves them torn.

So tell me where do their dreams go?
When the world says no, but they still grow.

Dear society, hear their plea
They are more than what you choose to see.

- Prachita

#mentalhealth #backpain #autismspectrumdisorder #alagillesyndrome #depression #anxiety #disability #adhd #epilepsy

Hey Mighty family, I’m Tamron. I was 21 years old, five months postpartum, and lying in a recovery room when I was told I had a rare and aggressive cancer called peritoneal mesothelioma. Doctors said I had 18 months to live.

That was 18 years ago.

Since then, I’ve become a wife, a mother of four, a writer, and an advocate for those navigating life after diagnosis. I know what it feels like to have the ground shift under you and to wonder if you’ll ever find peace again. But I also know what it looks like to thrive after the storm.

I’m here to share, connect, and walk alongside anyone who’s ever faced something life-altering and asked, “What now?”

You are not alone. And your story is not over free to say hi and share a little of your story too. I’d love to connect.

#Mesothelioma #Cancer #SurvivorStories #RareDisease #RareCancer #survivormama #faithoverfear