WHEN DOES IT END
Lost in my own thoughts. Looking for some love. #MentalHealth #needingstrength
Lost in my own thoughts. Looking for some love. #MentalHealth #needingstrength
Between WFH, taking two online college classes, being a mom of 4, who range from 21 to 15, dealing with custody with my ex and Covid had me moving back to town and now trying to find a place and not sure what to do. Currently house sitting for my brother, but his lease is up July 31st.. So stressed 😫 I don't really eat, sleep or have a clue what to do or when I would even have time
.. #needingstrength #justkeeppushingon #Advice
Rough day made a little better by the photo my partner sent. I forgot how little our fluff used to be! ❤️ #LittlebitofHappiness #Support
My cats both came into my life when I most needed them. Although I didn't know it at the time, they would be my saviours and I couldn't live without them. They might not be official service animals, but to me that's what they will always be. Even if they do sometimes pretend they they'd rather not be snuggled.
I’ve felt lost with no one to talk to and someone recommended this for me. Are people really here to help others or just get help for themselves?
I was sitting at home with my girlfriend talking to her when it hits and it felt like joy it self was being ripped away from me at a very tender moment cause my bipolar has the worst timing ever.
I was diagnosed with depression on July 2nd of this summer. I had been doing good for a while I guess, but towards the end of July and about a week ago I started to write another “goodbye” letter. I am not sure if it just me venting or if they are actually gonna be used for real one day. I don’t feel like I would do anything like that, but the fact that I’m writing these letters make me wonder if it’s possible I would. I hope to God that they aren’t true, but when I write them it feels so real.
I told one of my Coaches that I am close with, mainly because I wrote a “goodbye” letter and poem to him, and wanted to share them with him because I am tired of feeling broken, and was up for talking.
I’m not sure if I should try to find the extra strength I need in God first, or if I should talk with my Ma and Dad and go back to the hospital and get my medication dosage highered. I want to find strength in God as I have so many times, but at the same time I really want to stop feeling broken.