"Either write things worth reading, or do the things worth the writing."

- Benjamin Franklin

In case no one heard it today: you are loved and worthy. 💕

Today's reminder: You were worthy before anyone made you feel worthy, and you will remain worthy in their absence.

All your worth comes from you and remains in you.

I may have taken thirty some years to figure it out for sure, but I realize that I can not go through life with a half ass love cuz I know the real thing exists. If it didn't, we wouldn't have fucking treasures like this song, and I refuse to settle for anything less.

Holier (Hozier) has ruined me and I wouldn't want it any other way.

You are worthy!

Du hast es schon einmal raus geschafft, also denk gar nicht erst dran, dass dich das hier jetzt gefangen hält.

⚕️🖤

When they still love you at your weakest point & the need to be reassured ...

𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘

Forse perdere la speranza è veramente la cosa peggiore.

Tutto perde di significato, non ha più senso impegnarsi, sacrificarsi,tentare di inseguire i propri sogni, perché non c'è più speranza che qualsiasi cosa bella accada... l'unica cosa sensata che rimane da fare è fermarsi, non impegnarsi più, non sforzarsi più, non sacrificarsi più, non sognare più... cancellare tutto il futuro; smettere di Vivere. Sembra una cosa assurda e difficile da fare, così, su due piedi, pensandoci a freddo e invece... è la morte della speranza che automaticamente trascina con sé tutto quello che di bello c'era nel futuro immaginato e desiderato, porta con sé la voglia di fare, la voglia di vivere ancora, e ancora, e ancora... così.

Per mantenere viva la speranza bisogna necessariamente pensare positivo, essere ottimisti, vedere il lato bello della maggior parte delle cose; è sopravvivenza, serve a non morire nello spirito. È difficile, e anche se la me di ora in questo preciso momento non pensa quello che sta per dire, dico che... ne vale la pena. Vale la pena spalancarsi gli occhi con le mani per vedere la luce, per vedere le cose belle, per continuare a vivere e inseguire i propri sogni. I sogni ci riempiono il cuore, si realizzeranno e ci renderanno fieri e completi e meravigliosamente NOI. Ne vale la pena sforzarsi (anche) per vedere il bello delle cose; è pesante, è difficile... al momento direi "che vita è una vita così in costante sforzo anche per riuscire a vedere una cosa bella che ti faccia andare avanti?", è un esercizio, verra sempre più naturale... spero.

if they wanted to, they would. never ever put your worth into other people's opinions. if they tell you they love you, never think that you're worthy of being loved simply because they said it. know that you're worthy of love even before they told you that you were. if they say they hate you, or they stop texting you, never think that you're unworthy or unlovable. you should know that you're always worth it, despite people's capricious moods

Wanting to have the the life I want to (wifeu version).

On the weekdays, I would wake up early to practice my spirituality, then would freshen up, go open my windows and slip slowly into the balcony and wish my plants morning, talk to them for a while and leave after gifting them their water, enter my kitchen and make the best of the food I can with the ingrediants I would have in the fridge, go run the shower yet again and enter the bedroom to wake the love of my life up with water drops of my wet hair on his head and soft kisses all over his face, get him a towel and drag him in the bathroom while he showers get his outfit prepared and then help him get ready, then we'd get to the hall where I'd bring the food and we'd eat at peace with chit-chats and small talks here and there, would then grab the food packed for his tiffen from the fridge that I'd make a night before, wave him goodbye. Then I'd proceed with getting ready for the walk, go for the walk, come back to exercise at home, soon after showering would get my crochet kit out and start with it, then would go ahead to do some journalling or maybe even some story telling or editing, then proceed to call him to ask about his day and how's he doing, after which would lay on my bed to read another book or watch dramas and movies, with the evening approaching would call a friend to engage in conversations, go out to the market to buy the groceries, would come and directly enter the kitchen to cook a variety of meals, then would yet again engage in my spiritual practice, run him a shower and wait for him while scrolling through my phone, after he comes and freshens up, would have dinner with him, then proceed to practing my spirituality again, followed by a skincare routine followed by both, would switch off the devices and spend time with him cuddling under the sheets until sleep takes over me.

On the weekends, there would be no schedule to stick to, they would be all about us and not about him or me, we'd sometimes spend time going out, on drives and on shopping sprees, on lunches and on dinners, on the hills and at the beaches, on walks and for cyclings, but mostly we'd stay at home, and time would slow down for him and I and our casually deep conversations, sensual showers and sexual activities, soft dancing and loud singing, cooking classes and baking banters, long cuddles and short arguments, heartfelt hugs and dreadful debates on watch to watch and what to not, at times the weekends wouldn't be slow and silent or about just us, instead they'd be fast and loud and filled with folks we call friends and family, though, during weekends like these, we would not have many moments between us, but instead we would create some memories for us to look back upon.

That was it, for my idea of an ideal life with him, my husband as his wife, which may seem monotonous to many but for me, it's marvelous unlike any.

Here's me yelling at myself for being depressed:

(Hopefully it can alleviate someone's problems)

- THERE IS NO POINT IN LIKES OR FOLLOWERS YOU POST GHINGS FOR FUN!!!! THATS THE POINT OF IT!!!! ITS FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF AND WHOEVER SAYS OTHERWISE AND SAY THAT IT DETERMINES YOUR SKILL AND HOW TALENTED YOU ARE ARE FUCKING BACKYARDIGANS BECAUSE TALENT AND SKILL DONT MEAN FUCKING SHIT IT DOESNT DETERMINE HOW GOOOD YOU ARE AS A PERSON WTF YOU SMILING ABD HAVING FUN MEANS YOURE A GOOD PERSON. EXISTING IS ENOUGH AND SHOULD BE A GODDAMN GIFT FOR THIS WORLD BECAUSE EACH INDIVIDUAL IS UNIQUE AND OFFERS A NEW EXPERIENCE AND PERSPECTIVE. YOU BEING A HUMAN HAVING A HUMAN MIND IS FUCKING EXTRAORDINARY ENOUGH. THE WORLD NEEDS YOU BECAUSE THERE WILL NEVER BE A FUCKING YOU EVER AGAIN!!! NO ONE WILL OR COULD REPLACE YOU AND THERES NEVER GONNA BE SOMEONE WHO IS BETTER BECAUSE AINT NOBODY IS CONSIDERED BETTER WE ALL ARE ON THE SAME DOGSHIT LEVEL. WE ALL DIE AND BECOME THE SAME ASS THING SO AINT NO FUCKING REASON TO BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE IS BETTER THAN YOU CAUSE THEYRE JUST A BUNCH OF SMELLY WALKING FLESH JUST LIKE YOU BITCH.

Welcome to my blog page,

A little about me i'm a 22 year old female who has been struggling with depression, anxiety , PTSD since I was a little girl. I've Decided to make this blog and hope to help or make others feel not alone in their struggle. It's A hard fight, the fight of wanting to feel safe, the fight of wanting to even be alive. I've realized that it's not your fault, you can't control what other people do in their life. It fucking sucks that what has happened did happen , but you can't control that. The things you can control from the experience is how you let it effect your life. I know it's hard to look at what has happened to you and try to think differently or change that mindset. It takes a lot of work, A lot of effort for yourself. Just know this You are Valid for feeling what you're feeling, but you are also WORTHY of feeling happy, safe, love, cherished, appreciated.

I'll be posting on here once or twice a day with quotes, personal stories as well as tips to overcome the battle of mental health

Worthy thoughts, Steve, worthy thoughts.