I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good – i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other – i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon 🙂 hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.
The power of small gestures goes both ways.
Some days all it took was a smile from a stranger to give me the strength to go through one more day and survive. It’s in the little things
One time I went to the chemist to buy hair dye and razorblades (my hair was bright blue at the time) and the lady at the register complimented my hair so nicely that I put back the razorblades.
Oh, this gives me so much hope. I coincedentally have a McDonald’s story as well, but it was in the morning, and I didn’t want to get up. But, just the mere thought of the hot cakes was enough. And the girl who gave me my iced coffee was very sweet. For me, just the mere count of good food made me live more, despite noone really paying attention to my sullen face. It was enough. Small thoughts are enough. Maybe next time that you’re thinking bad, think about your favorite things without context, it helps me. I hope it helps you too. Stay alive, my friend. ❤
Have fun! Please don’t workout if you feel dizzy or weak.
Stay safe 💖
-Bonesandfrost
Trigger warning?
I’ve recently realized that I don’t really have a reason/s to live. Like, there’s nothing stopping me killing myself right now expect that I’d miss a few people. Like, realistically, I’m gonna die one day anyway so who gives a fuck🙃
It’s a warm day at the end of summer 4 months from now.
Your skin is glowing with the bronze it’s has all summer to acquire.
You’re at the pool, the beach, the lake.
Your cucumber lemon spritzer is a cold, amazingly bubbly refreshment under the shade when it gets too hot.
You run your hands down your body to put more sunscreen on- you feel the subtle satisfaction that comes with your newly protruding hip bones and the counting of each poking rib. Your stomach as flat as ever and your body roll-free.
Your friend asks how you got so slim as she herself eats calorie-latent French fries and a vanilla milkshake. You eat none.
All eyes are on you as you gracefully sit up and look around. You’ve never felt so weightless, so light, so amazingly tiny in a swimsuit ever before.
Your other friends call you a skinny legend, the glow up of the season, the reason they’re going to diet.
You will never be the chubby girl again.
You made it.
Now open your eyes to see that heaping pile of calories you’re about to binge on.
– all you think about is calories
– eating makes you feel worthless
– you fear gaining with all your heart
– you can’t stand looking in the mirror
– you generally hate your body
– you think you’re fat
– you think you’re ugly
– you think you’re worthless
– you’re scared of going back to school
– you constantly think about your weight
– you’re generally ashamed of your body
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