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solidaritystories · 2 years
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To this day I still keep the fact I'm adopted a secret from friends and people I get into relationships with. It has always been the thing I hate the most about my life. Most of the time I feel like I'm living a lie.
- Human, 34 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I kept going.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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Today, I am thankful for being here.
Many days I didn't think I would make it to this age, this year, this holiday.
But here I am.
It's been a choice–a constant choice–to continue to live. It's not been an easy choice, and I know I can change my mind any day. But right now, I am so thankful that I have continued to choose life. I am so thankful to be here today.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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Some days the only reason I continue with making the next right choice is my dog.
Without her, I'd have relapsed into my eating disorder or worse.
And that's ok. Whatever keeps me going, no matter how big or small it may seem, is valid and good.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I need a month off to recover from this year.
Actually, I need a year off from this year.
And then, I need a real true vacation without my kids.
- Human, 41 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I have always wanted to be a mom and am SO excited to be pregnant. But I'm also so scared about gaining weight and I hate that. I want to just enjoy being pregnant and make sure my baby gets the nourishment it needs, not worry about what my body will look like after. I hate that I can't stop thinking about it. - Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I want to tell my parents I'm bi, my sister knows already and I've known since I was 18. I am 21 now and I want to stop having this secret.
I am afraid of what their answer will be but I can't hide this anymore. Any kind of advice would be appreciated.
- Human, 21 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I'm so relieved that I don't have to see my family for the holidays this year...no jokes about being single...no questions about my career choice.
It honestly feels like the greatest present I could ever be given.
- Human, 37 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I ate breakfast today, the day after Thanksgiving.
I even ate seconds last night.
I'm also eating lunch today and dinner tonight. I haven't done this since I was 9.
- Human, 37 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I have failed everyone. No matter how hard I try or what I do, I can't get better.
I am breaking their hearts. Every time I walk in a room. The hush of their hollow faces is deafening.
I think tomorrow is the day I will give them freedom. I think tomorrow is the day I set them forever free.
- Human, 22 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I will never forgive the people who travel this Thanksgiving. I just don't get it and I'm tired of trying to get it when my days are spent operating ventilators in the ICU.
I keep trying to be kinder, to offer more grace but after the hell of last April and the PTSD from it, I refuse to be tolerant of selfish decisions that–in my mind–equate to murder.
- Human, 31 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I'm a frontline healthcare worker, I've been nonstop working since the pandemic started. We are so poorly staffed, and every week more people are out sick.
I'm so exhausted but the stress keeps me awake at night.
I want to be strong for all my patients but it's so hard and I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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My 27 year old husband's cancer came back. After 3 years when he was supposedly "in the clear" from recurrence. 3 years to the day we received his second diagnosis.
We were going to adopt a baby, a sibling for our little girl. They're taking us off the adoption list. We had to tell our four year old daughter that her Daddy has cancer again. Those cries will haunt me forever and I know it's only the beginning of them.
I was by my mother's side for 10 months this year while she fought Leukemia for her life. She went into remission last month. I'm breaking and he needs me to be stronger than this.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I started taking anti-depressants today because my anxiety is just too much for me to handle.
I feel so ashamed about it.
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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I have everything I wanted–everything I cried myself to sleep wishing could come true–the home, the man, the job–so why am I so deeply depressed?
Why do I feel like I am living in a storm within a world that has no sun? Why does getting out of bed still hurt in places I didn't even know I had inside of me? Why is my brain programmed to look at the bad and the ugly, the absent and the missed?
Why can't I get better?
- Human
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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After two and a half decades of life robbed by traumas stealing the first 30 years of my life, I moved into my first apartment.
I spent years keeping important documents, keys, wallets, and a go bag in my car.
Today, all of those items are inside of a place I get to call: home.
- Human, 30 y/o
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solidaritystories · 2 years
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My friends keep asking me when my husband and I are going to start trying to have kids–like it's a simple question of desire.
But it's not about desire. My life with schizophrenia is about survival.
I wish they would just stop asking instead of forcing me to confront and comfort them through discussing the deep pain and complication that is a dream I don't even know I can have.
- Human, 31 y/o
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