wildmoonflowerchild:

Me, clearly going through a manic episode: Nah, I don’t have manic episodes.

glittertomb:

being bipolar is so overwhelming… when you’re in a depressive state, it’s a total struggle to do anything except for sleep, mope, and give into executive dysfunction… you have no energy for anything you love and while you’re proud of yourself for getting out of bed, taking a shower, and making it to work on time (like really, really proud considering how horrible you feel), it’s just never good enough???… and then when you do have that manic moment, it’s such a rush, and you know it’s not going to last forever so you’re trying to do 20 different projects and clean your house and spoil yourself and catch up on adulting and all of your synapses feel like they’re firing off at the same time and everything is so exciting but chaotic and destructive and suddenly it’s 4 am and you have to go to sleep so you’re not dead tomorrow… and then you wake up depressed again and hardly have the motivation to brush your teeth and you’re surrounded but 400 unfinished projects and it’s just so overwhelming aaaaa

beepfuckingbeeprichie:

Anxiety isn’t sweater paws and having someone hold your hand, give you a pep talk, and suddenly you’re fine. It’s throwing up before the first day of school. It’s being too scared to talk. It’s walking into a store and your entire body is tensed up, except your hands, which are shaking. It’s not being able to make friends because when you say nothing, you come across as rude, even though you’re too afraid to talk.

Depression isn’t a tragic quote and a pretty model with mascara streaks down her face. It’s not a beautiful sadness that feeds your creativity. It’s your parents begging you to get out of bed, or go to school, or do your work. It’s not taking a shower for so long that your hair is flat to your head with grease. It’s loosing or gaining weight rapidly. It’s loosing joy in the things you love. It’s sacrificing your creativity to the hole in your chest. It’s having scars on your body that you will one day grow to hate, no matter how pretty you think they are now, and will do anything to cover them up

Anorexia isn’t a thin model with a perfect body. It’s hard to be beautiful when you look like you’re dying. It’s having hollowed out cheeks and eyes. It’s constantly needing a sweater, even in summer, because there’s no insolation in your body. It’s growing layers of fuzzy hair to make up for all the fat you lost. It’s being so hungry, and frail, and weak, that you can’t walk without passing out, or you’re fourteen and told if you don’t stop your heart will give out.

Bulimia isn’t a pretty girl demurely turning down a cupcake. It’s stinking of vomit. Your teeth becoming yellow and corroded away by stomach acid. It’s a sore throat from throwing up so much. It’s your stomach lining burning away. All on top of the symptoms of anorexia.

Bipolar Disorder isn’t moody teenage girls. It’s being on top of the world. You can do anything. It’s being so full of possibilities that you can’t even sleep. And then, after a while, maybe weeks or maybe months, it’s like you’ve been sky diving and you’ve hit the ground. Depression hits you hard and fast, and you’re left on your knees.

Stop romanticizing mental illness. It’s not whatever pretty picture you have in your head.

the-suicide-effect:

When you’re depressed you don’t control your thoughts. Your thoughts control you.

goblinparty:

if i ever say/do anything problematic CALL ME THE FUCK OUT bc i would rather be embarrassed of myself for a while and make a very public apology  than live forever as a smug asshole who doesn’t know shit about anything