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support · 8 years ago
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Everything okay?
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. For 24/7 peer support and other resources, message KokoBot on Tumblr.
If you are in the United States, please try:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255) The Trevor Project (LGBTQ youth, ages 13-24) National Eating Disorders Association (online chat, text) RAINN (National Sexual Assault Hotline)
If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find resources for your country.
For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.
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feral-ballad · a day ago
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How is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, from Notes on Grief
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youmatterlifeline · 8 years ago
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vintage-soleil · a day ago
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thetrevorproject · 11 years ago
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dk-thrive · 2 days ago
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The sadness that rose and fell in me was like the tides.
Elizabeth Strout, Lucy by the Sea: A Novel (Random House, September 20, 2022)
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just-a-lonely-nobody · a year ago
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abnormall · a year ago
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i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.
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lettersofencouragement-blog · 10 years ago
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sa-dnesss · 5 months ago
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I feel like I am so far behind in life that I will never catch up. Everyone is doing so many things with their lives. I am just here. Frozen. I have been a ghost for years. I wonder if that is all I will ever be.
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idkhowifeel · a year ago
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It’s so fucking exhausting fighting your brain every day dude
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beautifuldarkmind · a year ago
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I'm jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships... they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all. 
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feral-ballad · a day ago
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Why are my sides so sore and achy? It’s from crying, I’m told. I did not know that we cry with our muscles. The pain is not surprising, but its physicality is: my tongue unbearably bitter, as though I ate a loathed meal and forgot to clean my teeth; on my chest, a heavy, awful weight; and inside my body, a sensation of eternal dissolving. My heart – my actual physical heart, nothing figurative here – is running away from me, has become its own separate thing, beating too fast, its rhythms at odds with mine. This is an affliction not merely of the spirit but of the body, of aches and lagging strength. Flesh, muscles, organs are all compromised. No physical position is comfortable.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, from Notes on Grief
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linkinmoon · 11 months ago
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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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