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New Fish Tank - New Fish

Sometimes the blessing is pulling you out!

#SuicideSurvivor #Fibromyalgia #RiseAbove

Amen to this and all the above One Love

God sometimes sets you apart so you can spend time with him and heal.

Some of us get the second chance deal however it means life is completely reset and rearranged.

This is a blessing often misunderstood.

Think of it as a fish tank and a sick fish only gets better in a clean fish tank.

Now when the fish is healthy and clean all healed. The fish does not go back to the dirty or toxic fish tank.

The fish gets a new fish tank with new fish and is happy with out the toxic water and fish that made the fish ill in the first place.

Sometimes God gives you a new life in a new fish tank.

Thank Good for saving you and giving you a chance to live.


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Kindness is a sign of strength…

I saw this today, and it just resonated with me. We have choices in how we behave, especially towards what we perceive as rudeness, or even anger in another person. We don’t have to fuel a fire..We can choose to be kind, calm, and self-disciplined. Even if we’re secretly losing our composure when faced with certain people in life. We can choose to fake it till we make it, if we have to deal with rude and uncouth people..Usually, it’s people who are trying to manipulate or get their own way, or those with a sense of self-entitlement, I see that as rudeness. I also see a general disregard, a discourtesy for another’s feelings, or for a persons space as rudeness. We don’t have to acquiesce to the rudeness of someone though.

#Kindness #strength #Emotions #higherground #Selfesteem #RiseAbove

#Depression #PTSD #insecurity #FamilyAndFriends

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rising above :)

underwater angel

underwater glow

rising to our surface

as our spirits grow

our angels guide us gently

to fresh air above

watching as we leave the screams

way far below

((thank-you dear angels :)



Trauma is like broken glass

When trauma happens it feels like a part of me shatters like a piece of glass.
Shards splinter everywhere and even bursts into dust.
I can't put the pieces back together completely like they once were
Like a perfect puzzle I once yearned to be
I can take that dust and remnants of the past and create something beautiful.
In Japan they don't throw broken pieces of pottery into the trash
Instead put them back together again with gold.
My pain is a lamp for the lost
My trauma is the gold that forges me
My strength is the voice that gives me wings
I choose me. I choose now.
Hope is never lost
#TheMighty #Trauma #Abuse #kintsugi #RiseAbove

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A Pharmacist called me “A big red flag” #ChronicPain

This afternoon I called my doctors office to ask why my muscle relaxer was not filled. They informed me that the pharmacist wouldn’t fill it because of a state regulated law. This I understand, however I have been taking these medications together for many years. I am a chronic pain patient and I am treated based off what I can and cannot take. Not only am I a chronic pain patient due to a genetic disorder in which I was born with(Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome) but as many of you know this comes with a list of comorbidities. I won’t get into all of them but one of the comorbidities that I present, is mast cell activation disorder. I am allergic to and/or have reactions to a lot of different medicines. I am currently taking three medicines that the pharmacist decided he was going to hold hostage. 1 Percocet, 2 Clonazepam, and 3 Metaxalone. None of which are regularly filled on the same date. I also do not take the Percocet daily, it is as needed and only for very bad days. I just recently switched to Metaxalone because I was on Soma and understood the risks of the medication. I called the pharmacy to air my concerns. While speaking with the pharmacist he made it very clear to me that he did not see me as a patient in pain, but as a medication seeker. This made me quite angry. This is a new pharmacy for me so I do not know this man and he doesn’t know me. I’ve previously filled elsewhere and never had these issues or been treated this way, but when my insurance changed so did my pharmacy. I understand that these conditions are rare and that means they are treated differently than your typical ailment. I tried explaining myself to the pharmacist and he continuously spoke over me and wouldn’t listen. He treated me as though I was an addict he said “If” I needed all of these medications together than they needed to be prescribed by the same doctor, probably a pain management doctor. I explain to him that I saw a pain management doctor at which point he cut me off. He said “whoa whoa whoa now you are a big red flag.” He didn’t let me explain that I don’t get medication from this doctor because of people like him, people who treat me like I’m a junkie, like I’m little, like I don’t deserve to be treated with love. He didn’t let me explain I only go to a pain management doctor for a nerve ablation in my back for spinal stenosis. All he did was talk over me, and belittle me, make me feel like I was nothing. Although this is not something I am new to, it still brought back some memories I wasn’t ready for. Which is funny because the one medicine he’s holding hostage is the medicine that helps me control my PTSD from the abusive relationship that made me a scattered anxious mess. I grew after that relationship. I became pretty strong. Strong headed, strong-willed, strong hearted, a little mouthy even. The best part about it is he got to see that I refuse to be treated like anything less than human. I bite back. #EDS #pharmacy #RiseAbove #lovewins #Human

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I finally found the strength within myself & have the Courage to share this so that anyone who has suffered, much as I did myself knows they are not alone. The Semi Colon Movement is to bring awareness to Mental Health. "Your story is not over yet" like an author could have ended a sentence, instead they chose to continue it. This movement is to bring awareness to people who suffer or have suffered from depression, anxiety, self harm & suicide. Let's show support & bring awareness so people know they are LOVED, NOT ALONE and there is HOPE. I have struggled the better part of my life trying to find reason within myself not to give up. I am very lucky to be alive today and I am happy and will continue to fight everyday to "Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free the mind". I want people to know that they don't have to suffer & not to give up on themselves as I did myself, YOU are WORTHY & I LOVE YOU. I have to give huuuuge credit to my bestfriend Kye Matthews for designing & drawing this piece for me, he is truly an artist and someone who has supported me through everything. I also want to thank my wonderful family & many other friends who have made "living" the only option for me. I am truly blessed and so thankful, thank you ❤️ #semicolonproject #semicolonmovement #MentalHealthAwareness #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #Selfharm #sucide #loveyourself #beworthy #NeverGiveUp #keepfighting #iamasurvivor #Support #Awareness #ComeTogether #BeStrong #RiseAbove #bobmarley #Faith #emancipateyourselffrommentalslavery #girlswithtattoos #Tattoo #inktherapy @the.4hundred

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Be Nice 🌈☀️

Shoutout to those fighting everyday a silent battle within themselves. This post goes to the fighters. This is for those who walk out of their house with a smile on their face no matter how badly they’ve been treated and to those who treat people with respect no matter how badly they’ve been burned. To the scars unseen and bruises that faded. You’ve proven that character comes from the darkest of times and those who rise above the hate are the true soldiers of our society. You’re a firework in the dark sky, let your colors fly. 🏳️‍🌈🇺🇸 #lifeofagarcia #RiseAbove #benice #DomesticAbuseSurvivors #Depression #BipolarDisorder #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Anxiety


I will not be silenced #RiseAbove #fighter

I have struggled with Central Auditory Processing Disorder and autism for almost my whole life. I was depressed in middle and high school. I was afraid of sharing my feelings with others because some people are so damn judgmental and there's a lot of stigma. I was also afraid of getting my family worried even more. There are very few people that know about my problems.

Last night, I admitted to myself. Recovery isn't easy. I found a quote yesterday when I was scrolling through the Mighty: "Recovery isn't about winning. It's about not giving up." Whoever posted it is absolutely right. That's definitely one of the things I was not prepared for because I expected to beat my depressed feelings and condition and move on unscathed. 

I'm in my early twenties and I still get triggered by mental health and have terrible flashbacks from time to time. I won't let this win. I've worked too damn hard to get where I am right now. My loved ones still need and love me. God put me in this world for a reason and I'm not going to go against His wishes.

I have choices. I'm still learning to conquer my demons by chasing them away with healthy activities like taking a walk/run, focusing on my schoolwork, talking to my loved ones, focusing on my writing, cooking, or anything that helps.

I know I'm not alone and not the only one going through this. You're not alone either. I don't feel discouraged about the idea of true recovery. I will continue to keep fighting.