Hey everyone, I just got back from a week long vacation day before yesterday. I'm still a little jet lagged, but I wanted to do an entry. I've been super happy since my vacation and couldn't think of ANYTHING to write about, but like I said before, this is NOT a depressing site. This site is supposed to make you want to LIVEEEE.
So, I have this amazing website I want you all to check out. It's called "Gives Me Hope". You know what it reminds me of? This other site called FMyLife except it's better. It's inspirational and some of it has brought me to tears... in a good way. People share their stories of, well, what gives them hope. Some of it can be extreme and some of them are the little things. Here, I'll share a few:
"My dad finally noticed how little I've been eating lately and forced me to eat more.
In retaliation, I told him that he can't force me until he stops smoking and drinking. Next week, we both start our recovery.
His determination GMH."
"I went through a really hard patch in my life that lasted about 5 years.
I became a drug addict. I attempted suicide 6 times, was an extreme self-harmer. Sexually abused. I am now struggling with an eating disorder, Anorexia, with bulimic tendecies. If I can get through these things, you can, too.
9 weeks clean, baby. My strength GMH."
"I was in the terminal illness ward in the hospital I get treated at.
A boy at maybe the age of 3 comes up to me and tells me 'You're going to make a beautiful angel one day.' and gave me a Spiderman bandaid for the 'needle prickies'.
Moments like this GMH."
Whenever I am feeling down, I go to this site and read a few of these. They aren't all about serious matters... and that last one, I know it isn't about suicide, but it's more about me. :) I'm no stranger to the hospital.
Anyways, Question of the Post is: What gives you hope?
To me, it would be the friends I've made because of my disease. Everyone is just so happy and it doesn't bring them down. If they aren't upset, why should I be? Their happiness GMH.
http://www.givesmehope.com/
Monday, July 25, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
"It's Fake"
I had someone email me and tell me that none of her friend's believed that she was depressed. That she felt the feelings she did. My boyfriend went through the same feelings and couldn't relate to anybody. This one girl I knew who had anxiety was always made fun of because everyone thought she was faking it. You know what? Screw those "other people". They can't tell you what you're feeling. They can't get inside your head and point out everything that is true and false. So when someone ever tells you, "You're faking it." Just ignore them. I know it's hard, but don't let it get to you.
A lot of mine didn't know I was upset when I was going through my rough times. But the ones who did know... I had a few great ones. And two of them just talked about themselves. Their problems were more important. Or "the children in Africa are starving and you're complaining about this?" I hate it when people say that. Just because someone else has a bigger problem doesn't make mine less important. I still have a problem, and you do, too. Always remember that no matter who has a problem in the world, yours still matters. Treat your problem, don't let it suffer in still frame of time. You deserve to get better.
It can be hard when there is no one to relate to, but just so you know, you are not alone. There have been times when I have felt so depressed and it felt like there was absolutely NO reason behind it. "You're just a girl," was one of the reasons I was given. It didn't feel right. I don't think that was it. "You're faking it," and I knew THAT was incorrect. Because there was no way I could be faking my own feelings. And if your "friends" think that you're faking something so serious... I'll tell you this, they aren't your real friends. You need someone supportive. Who doesn't accuse you of something so horrible. When you're going through something like depression, you need support, not friends who say you're faking it. That will only make it worse, unless you have the great mind to ignore them.
So please, just know that you need to surround yourself with positive things. Know that what you're going through, whether it's anxiety, depression, panic attacks, or a combination of the three, that it isn't fake and that I believe in you. You can get through this.
Question of the post is: Are your friends supportive?
A lot of mine didn't know I was upset when I was going through my rough times. But the ones who did know... I had a few great ones. And two of them just talked about themselves. Their problems were more important. Or "the children in Africa are starving and you're complaining about this?" I hate it when people say that. Just because someone else has a bigger problem doesn't make mine less important. I still have a problem, and you do, too. Always remember that no matter who has a problem in the world, yours still matters. Treat your problem, don't let it suffer in still frame of time. You deserve to get better.
Thank you for reading.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Time To Smile: Story #1
When you have a bad day, you need to laugh, or at least to smile. So, I'm going to tell you a story. Some of my friends have heard this one, but I'm sure it wouldn't kill you to hear it again and again. It's quite funny.
My boyfriend Cordell was playing video games. I walked into the kitchen to throw something away and it hardly fit. This piece of trash was very, very small. The fact that it wasn't fitting was not a good sign. I walked into the living room and looked at him.
"Honey? Can you take out the trash?" I asked.
"Uh..." he grunted.
"Now?"
He looked at me hopelessly and paused his game. He was only wearing boxers and went to get the trash.
"Haha, no, you are not going out like that," I put a hand on my hip. "Get dressed."
He grabbed around for the first pair of pants and shirt he could find. He pulled them on and then went to get the trash. He grabbed it and headed for the door. I had been doing something else, but then when I looked over, I saw he was wearing MY pants and MY shirt. The pants were really tight and flared out at the bottom and the shirt said, "Seattle: the wetter the better". I covered my mouth and laughed.
"You can't go out like that. Those are my clothes," I giggled.
"It's dark. No one will see me," Cordell grunted and left with the trash.
He came back and sat down to play video games without taking off the clothes. He was probably in them for about fifteen minutes before I said something.
"Cordell?"
"Yeah?"
"TAKE OFF MY PANTS!"
He grinned.
I facepalmed, "I mean... my pants that you're wearing."
He stood up and slipped them off, but kept wearing the shirt. I glared at him.
"The shirt, too," I growled.
He shimmied out of it.
THE END.
Hope you like my cross-dressing boyfriend. :3 He's not actually one. He just wears my clothes without knowing it... Then when he finds out they're my clothes... he doesn't care.
So, do you have any great "smile" stories? If so, please share them in the comments or email them to me. My info is in the "contact" section of the site. THANK YOU!!
My boyfriend Cordell was playing video games. I walked into the kitchen to throw something away and it hardly fit. This piece of trash was very, very small. The fact that it wasn't fitting was not a good sign. I walked into the living room and looked at him.
"Honey? Can you take out the trash?" I asked.
"Uh..." he grunted.
"Now?"
He looked at me hopelessly and paused his game. He was only wearing boxers and went to get the trash.
"Haha, no, you are not going out like that," I put a hand on my hip. "Get dressed."
He grabbed around for the first pair of pants and shirt he could find. He pulled them on and then went to get the trash. He grabbed it and headed for the door. I had been doing something else, but then when I looked over, I saw he was wearing MY pants and MY shirt. The pants were really tight and flared out at the bottom and the shirt said, "Seattle: the wetter the better". I covered my mouth and laughed.
"You can't go out like that. Those are my clothes," I giggled.
"It's dark. No one will see me," Cordell grunted and left with the trash.
He came back and sat down to play video games without taking off the clothes. He was probably in them for about fifteen minutes before I said something.
"Cordell?"
"Yeah?"
"TAKE OFF MY PANTS!"
He grinned.
I facepalmed, "I mean... my pants that you're wearing."
He stood up and slipped them off, but kept wearing the shirt. I glared at him.
"The shirt, too," I growled.
He shimmied out of it.
THE END.
Hope you like my cross-dressing boyfriend. :3 He's not actually one. He just wears my clothes without knowing it... Then when he finds out they're my clothes... he doesn't care.
So, do you have any great "smile" stories? If so, please share them in the comments or email them to me. My info is in the "contact" section of the site. THANK YOU!!
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