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thinkz2do · 2 years
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I'm just so exhausted I don't think I can this up any longer.
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kitsuneheartreviews · 2 years
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Graphic memoir: "My Alcoholic Escape From Reality" by Nagata Kabi
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Nagata Kabi's works are important for the exploration of mental health, especially as it is treated in Japan. And perhaps, more so, how it isn't treated, because I am always waiting to hear news that Nagata has passed away.
This book contains the greatest medical challenge of Nagata's memoirs thus far: an extended hospitalization for pancreatitis. After self-medicating her depression with alcohol for three years, Nagata has an attack of acute pancreatitis that the doctors only expect to see after a period of drinking several times longer than Nagata's binging habit. It's a harsh wake-up call for Nagata, who leaves the hospital detoxed from several weeks without drinking, and with strict orders to never drink again.
Anyone who knows alcoholics knows that the sobriety won't last. But most frustrating, Nagata does not seem reignite the pancreatitis when she breaks sobriety? And that's where the book ends. With Nagata binge drinking again, leaving the reader dissatisfied and a bit depressed on her behalf.
I hope one day we get the "everything is fine" Nagata comic. But I really want to see her start with the "I got a new psychiatrist, and man, was my old one fucking around on the meds" comic. It's needed very badly. I worry for her.
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After five years I stopped with my study. I don't have a degree. I was not happy with myself and who I became. It was an of the hardest selfreflection I had made in years. How can you liked by others, when you don't like yourself?
In the weeks after everyone was telling me: "you can always call me, when you want to talk or when you have a hard time." I never did call. I cry on my own and tell everyone: "I can survive this and I'm kind of happy." But I do cry a lot and I feel alone. Nobody understand it or I don't want people to bother with it. Everyone around looks so happy and cheerfull and I don't want to interrupt that.
It's a sad story, but know call someone who is in need. Don't let them call you. Every moment they will appreciate it.
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sadnesrules · 2 years
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I had a dream where all the characters were me and so I killed myself but didn't at the same time, it felt so real and confusing!!
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hadeel-sharaf · 2 years
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burymeinbllack · 2 years
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Why is it the one who gives the most ends up feeling hurt and left out
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dangerdumpling · 2 years
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This one made me happy for some reason, lemme play with his haaaiiirrr
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honey-mess · 2 years
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i fucking ache for companionship. i walk around and look into windows to see families enjoying time together. i see friends on porches and in parks. i’m so desperate for even a morsel of that. but i starve.
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0venatrix · 2 months
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Dude I hate feelings why do I have to do with with shit. Take them away please.
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athena-theunicorn · 1 year
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BLOOD STILL STAINS WHEN THE SHEETS ARE WASHED.
SEX DON'T SLEEP WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF.
KIDS ARE STILL DEPSRESSED WHEN YOU DRESS THEM UP.
AND SYRUP IS STILL SYRUP IN A SIPPY CUP.
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handsmotif · 1 year
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does anyone know why i am so depsressed. oh it’s the depression.
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g0om · 1 year
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i sure hipe this depsressing movie doesnt make me sad tonight
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boysaresuicidal2 · 2 years
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It's so so hard to live sometimes act like
I'm fine to everyone when I'm really not,
honestly I'm not, I pretend I'm fine all the
time and no one even notices I just wish
somebody would notice how not okay and
broken I am about everything and help fix
me, unfortunately though life's not like
that, I don't know if it ever was but I sure
wish it was now, I'm helping out people
putting their broken pieces back together
when, well me myself I'm still completely
shattered trying to put my own pieces
back completely alone. No one knows
what I go through I'm not much of an open
person, yes I do tell people when I'm upset
over little things or not in a good mood
but never does someone know the times
that I don't want to be here anymore, at all
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psychedelicair · 3 years
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hadeel-sharaf · 2 years
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justmoreenokay · 4 years
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' Are you calling me a sinner——? '
- STIGMA by BTS
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