A touch of insanity

things to never make fun of:

• mental illnesses 
• eating disorders
• cutting
• suicide 
• rape

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rocketfarts:

tw mental illness and sanism

I wonder if people realize that “insanity” is not another word for their personality quirk where they’re loud and boisterous and silly.

(Might hijack your post, sorry, love)

Being “crazy” isn’t cute.

Being “insane” isn’t cute.

If you won’t say “omfg i’m so sick, lol, must have cancer”

then don’t say “omfg i’m so random, lol, im so crazy”

it’s offensive and belittling to those of us who are called crazy and insane because we dared to say that we are not of sound mind.

double post hijack all the way 

i just love how people treat cancer as a ~legitimate illness~ and when you say you have/had it (which i did), the room gets quiet and voices get hushed and grave condelences and hollow platitudes get systematically doled out

but anyone with any kind of mental illness is treated like a piece of shit

pisses me the FUCK off 

Triple post hijack. I swear we should just get in a group chat and discuss this.

Fucking exactly! You say “oh, I had a broken leg” and suddenly it’s all “oh, you poor baby, oh, are you okay? oh, you’ll be okay” but you say “yeah, had a bought of depression” and it’s “oh you’re fine, you just want attention, it’s not a real illness, you’re faking it, just be happy”.

So I’m supposed to rest with a broken leg but I’m supposed to go to work with crippling self esteem and suicidal thoughts? Yeah, sure, whatever.

Scuse me while I just retake Omega I mean my post -

ALL OF THIS.

God damn it.

I’m tired of hearing that I should just be happy and how little attention any of my mental illnesses receive, especially my depression, while my mother is allowed to buy everything under the sun related to breast cancer (which hey, for the record, I’m EXTREMELY glad she took care of and I feel blessed in many ways) and she’s praised and congratulated for surviving that but meanwhile I admit I’m fighting and besting my suicidal thoughts and the first thing my mom will say is either, “I feel that way too” or “I’ve failed as a parent”.

Where are my congratulations.

(For the record I don’t actually want congratulations, I just want my shit to be treated seriously).

I don’t know how to talk to my parents anymore because when I do they just shake their heads and tell me I have so much to be thankful for/happy about, how many people have it worse and why, and then they get pissy and talk about how they were just trying to help me when I tell them I don’t need to hear that.

It’s like, really?

Should I have told my mom, “It’s okay. At least you don’t need chemo! Now get over it and be healthy” when she was going in for her mastectomy? 

no.

so don’t turn around and say that shit to me.

And mo raises good points again. I say we all get on skype and just like chat this out whatever. This totally isn’t just ‘cause I’m bored as shit or something. Nup.

But, yeah. I don’t get the whole “people have it worst” thing? Like, okay, some people are millionaires and white, so I can’t be happy either because they’re happier??? Logic = none.

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getting shit out so I dont cry at work

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Anonymous asked: i got a solution to your suicide problem. just hang yourself from a bridge. your stupid boyfriends wouldnt figure out where you'd gone. or you could just jump off one

Yeah, of course I’m gonna take your advice, I’m that much of an idiot.

Go away.

Results of last night under cut then back to the usual

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palesexuality:

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Darling, please read this.
I haven’t met you and I barely know you but this feeling will pass. Take some deep breaths and count to 100, okay?
You are not weak, you are not a coward, you are a good person.
Please, please please please don’t hurt yourself. I don’t want you to die. Please, darling.

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