Depression is not a bad day. It's a life sentence

what is grief if not love persevering

A full blown panic attack is the feeling you are going to die. Can't breathe, sweating, shaking, blurred vision, vomit. It's not anxiety. It's panic, no matter where you are

I cried in the corner like a baby.

Its easy to say, but since I have it. The worst thing you can do with cronic pain is let it stop you moving, because our whole body mechanism is designed around movement to make us healthy. Unless we move we dont get fresh blood to all our cells, we dont expell our waisteproducts efficiently. We stiffen and our musckle shortens, wich inpacts the bloddflow and the waiste products. Thats not to mention all the positive hormones you also dont get transported around your body. Our brain is so ready to give us the right medicine, but we are so used to thinking that movement and excercise is pain, that we forget that its nice to sit and rock, to swing our bodies gently, to roll from one side to the other. And the more we do the small, soft movements, the more we gain the positive effects, and even supportive muskles to ease the pain of the main. Pain isnt always the body telling you something is wrong. Most often its just to tell you that you are doing it wrong, or not doing it enough <3

There are a thousand reasons why someone can't or won't leave an abusive relationship. Maybe they have no money or nowhere to go. They might not know where to turn or who they can trust. Society in general dictates that being alone or single is a bad thing so they may have conditioned themselves into thinking that a bad partner is better than no partner at all. Maybe they've just accepted the abuse as normal and no longer think there's anything better or that they deserve better. It is surprising what you can get accustomed to and it is surprising how quickly you can get used to it. I've experienced all of these things. I could write a book on the subject.

Worse, many think that some classes aren’t discriminated against because “nobody’s trying to hurt you or kıll you or take away your rights”. Discrimination comes in a wide variety of forms, and they all hurt in some way.

True. The flashing in my eyes, the pain,nauseating feeling

And it takes as long as it takes. Nobody really knows how they are going to handle a situation until they are faced with it themselves and nobody has the right to judge you.

And knowing you're going to have them almost every month or so for 35-40 years!

Numbness is mostly what I remember from when I had it. I am so thankful that I managed to reach out to my mum when I was suffering and she made sure I got treated. I still have social/generalised anxiety but I find it easier to live with than how it was back then.

No need to be silent. shout it out <3 so you can get the help from those who see you shouting. The rest of them probably have enough with their own stuff or dont have the mental capasity to help anyway. But dont silence your self to please others. It only makes it worse, and many people want to help you, even if it is only a kind or validating word from an internet stranger, it is a start. Its helpful. It allows you to "be", in a context where you are not judged and if they judge, its not to earthcrushing. And so you learn to find your words, to feel the right to express yourself and with time and confidence, you learn what you want and need.

Just quit doing whatever it is you're addicted to. It's just that easy! (excuse me, let me light a smoke). Now where was I?

5 years ago lost my stepdad, then my aunt (my moms sister) a few months later. Last year my husband lost his uncle and I lost my uncle within a few weeks of each other. We just lost a family friend last month who I have known since I was little, so like 30 years.

Jupp. But we also can be quite basa§§, good listeners, have great perspective on life, live in the moment, because we know thatt is is all we really ever have, and are strong enough to wake up and sieze another day by its horns while shaking of the nightmares that comes at night. Im not making light of anything here, but we are made to go through and live after much worse, so unless you are being eaten by a bear or a lion, there is hope you will find your way to the other side, as long as you keep moving your body, work through your experiences and have faith in your self and the fact that you made it here. And that is awesome (in the correct use of the word). Even the "gutter" has life and hope, and most of us have more than that. Even when we have or had very little. Love you all <3

I feel for all the people in Australia and North America who are experiencing this from the bush/wild fires at the moment.

And hopefully, we never need to.

As a child, my mother had all the ppd's posible and she couldnt stand touching me. My father touceded me but only to saticfy his own sickness. When they divorsed he would keep me and my brother (for status) and left us for days and weeks at a time from I was three til I was nine. I would walk in peoples shoeprints to feel a connection to others. I would sneak peaks into peoples homes, and i would stand outside favorite houses, so I cold smell their dinnertime and hear their laughter. I even learned to hug pinetrees, and had a few nests around, jiust to be close to other living organisms, besides the bacterias growing on my filthy body Cats and dogs would avoid my desperation. Now I have many friends, in my favorite tv series and documetaries, the love artists share when they make their content, internet strangers who see me, only for a minute while they read my comments. I could have real friends, but im not good at it, having been raised by dogs and cats. And i feel my life is full

haha, my mom said "yuk" when they put my slimy, wet brother on her chest. After that it was pure love tho. Me is a different story :p

i had a broken tooth one of my molars and i was eating a hamburger bit down on it as i was chewing i felt like someone just straight up clocked me in the jaw.

I love the "Just leave" people... Where should I go my man? Should I just go live on the streets while getting slandered to kingdom come with 0 reprecussions for the offending party?

The only good thing about this feeling is that it stopped me from killing myself.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I know this all too well

My mum and stepdad took in a couple of friends of my late stepbrother in the last couple of years because they were homeless. Having to pack up their meagre belongings and move in with people they only peripherally knew was hard to comprehend. Now one is going to be homeless again, after finding a place to share for a while, and my stepdad won't help again.

As someone with OCD, It is quite annoying when someone "jokes" about having OCD because all of "whatever" is lined up perfectly, and if anything is misaligned, they have to fix it right away. My OCD ruled my life. It was something that affected me non-stop. In addition to the usual "counting" thing, and needing to eat a sandwich in 8 bites, I had a major "oddity" that a friend insisted was OCD, and she didn't even understand the complexity of what I was doing. Friend dragged me to see OCD specialist at Johns Hopkins Hospital. When I told him about my thing, he looked very thoughtful and said that he had never heard of anything like that before, but he quite confidently said that it had all the hallmarks of OCD. I started getting better that day, knowing that it had a name. There are still aspects of it that control my life, but I'm able to override some of it now. So yeah, making sure all the pictures line up straght ain't suffering. Folks with real OCD actually suffer from it.

Yep. Every day. I lost him when I was 8 and it completely changed my personallity.