Q:I think I am suffering from depression but I am terrified to tell my parents. I am afraid that they won't take me seriously and brush it off as me being too sensitive. Should I bring this up to my school counselor first? I had a close call with my self harm being discovered a few months back and now I fear that it will become more evident. Please help.
Anonymous
If you feel more comfortable telling your school counselor first, there is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, parents do have a hard time accepting that their child is having a hard time, so they want to brush it off, as you said. Others accept what you say right away. I don’t know your parents, so I don’t know how they will react, but telling someone is important. If you talk to your school counselor first, they can talk to your parents for you, letting them know you aren’t ‘just too sensitive’, and they probably have good resources to give you. They might even be able to help a bit on their own. If you ask ahead of time, you could even ask your school counselor not to talk to your parents if you aren’t ready for them to know yet.
Until you can talk to them, here are some helpful tips:
Q:So this account is basically for stopping depression, anxiety, self-harm, bullying, etc... ?
Anonymous
It’s meant to be a positive source of inspiration for getting through times of trouble, powering through recovery, and a place of comfort for those who might still be struggling.
DFTBA <3
Edit: It’s also meant to be a blog to help people recover from anything and to stop bulling.
Take time for yourself
We have so many things going on, recovery, friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, other relationships, deadlines and expectations, and we can’t get out of this mess and see ourselves. This relationship we have with time is actually weird, because we don’t enjoy the good moments. Instead, we dream a lot about the “future moments”, the “If i be like this person I will have more…, If I get that I will be able to…, If he says that to me I will do … Always wanting more and more, always living through conditions.
Life is short, life is a gift. We shouldn’t condition our happiness. Happiness is a feeling, so who/what makes you happy? Yourself. Only you can make yourself happy. Only you can accept what you are and stop worrying with what you can’t control. When someone make us happy, it is because we allowed them to do it. So why shouldn’t we allow ourselves to make us happy firstly?
Deadlines are deadlines, friends are friends, problems are just problems and nothing more then that. Don’t let those stuff define you, don’t even dare start depending on them to feel happy. That’s the easy way to satisfaction but it doesn’t last long. Imagine, you put all your happyness and expectations on a person or a thing, and then someday it isn’t there for you. You will feel alone and empty.
That’s the moment you have to realise that you have to change. You have to love, you will be loved. Love is awesome. But please, never forget to build a strong personality, to have opinions, to be yourself. You will have to live with yourself for a long good time… Imagine living with someone you can’t stand. Look at yourself, forgive and love!
The stages of recovery
Stage 1:
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
Stage 2:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
Stage 3:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I fall in…it’s a habit…but my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
Stage 4:
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
Stage 5:
I walk down a different street.
Source: recoverykitty
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- My AP Bio teacher: Humans have no race. Race is an artificial social construct created by us human beings. In all reality, biologically speaking, there is no genetic variation between populations of humans.
- Me *thinking in my head*: THIS MUST BE SPREAD EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE SHOULD HEAR THIS AND RACISM SHOULD BE ELIMINATED FROM EARTH FOREVER. yeah.
I want someone to write about me.
Maybe I’ll a poem -
snippets about the twinkle of my laugh,
metaphors about the life in my eyes.
Maybe I’ll be a novel -
a fantasy world filled with
each freckle on my face,
each smile that I make,
each breath that I take.
Maybe I’ll a song -
my laugh forms the musical notes;
my touch creates the tantalizing lyrics.No matter what it may be,
I want you to write about me -
That way I know you thought about me.
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