wanna help me make an encyclopedia of reasons to stay alive? wanna tell yr friends about it too so that together we can create an awesome resource telling depression to fuck the fuck off?
here’s a sample of my most recent stay alive list. submissions are open to everyone, regardless of yr mental health. if you have questions or need any clarifications, please lemme know!
stay alive, babes <3
I write these lists all the time, so why not share ‘em with others? I’m in!
I watched American Horror Story last night, episodes one and two, and chased it with Extreme Home Makeover and still couldn’t sleep!
which makes it harder for me to leave my bed, my room, my house. i need to fight it. i’m glad i have a regular schedule for the work week that forces me out of the house. i haven’t been sleeping well.
lots of things.
Whether you want to convert your omnivorous friends, need renewed vegan resolve, or just want to cry (catharsis—look it up, people), the latest news from Nation Earth is good news: You can stream Earthlings for free from its website.This is, to me, the saddest and most convincing…
I will not be ashamed.
I am trying my best to be brave, to discuss depression, to help fight the stigma associated with mental illness.
Do whatever you can to make your illness visible, which could very well be just getting out of bed—sometimes it’s the most difficult thing in the world to do.
Most importantly, refuse to be ashamed.
your venlafaxineER looks so strange! i thought it was antibiotics at first. they have started actually making a generic for effexorXR (venlafaxineXR) which is a lot cheaper than venlafaxineER. you should check that out.
also, we win at taking pretty much the same meds. #justsaying
Toska
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
| — | Vladmir Nabokov (via angrybean) |
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
| — | Sylvia Plath | Elm (via noideaissimple) |
| — | Elizabeth Wurtzel (via bertiedav) |
| — | The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via butterflieswithwings) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath) |
| — | Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via anditslove) (via narcolepsyweed) (via nostalgicdreams) (via pirouettelove) (via aseriesofserendipities) (via eemmaa) (via floatingintheblue) (via suicideunderground) (via scatterhearted) |











