why-watermelon-why:

wishful-thinkment:

tinygayrobin:

thedemonsurfer:

bringsyouwings:

mysticorset:

the-original-bravo:

theblacklittlemermaid:

daughterofdiaspora:

my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy. 

She just wanted you to clean the house

No it’s actually been studied and proven that for people with anxiety and depression that it’s really good for us it gives us a sense of control, setting, and being well grounded. It allows to make a new place out of the old and is really relaxing

It is such a catch-22, that cleaning when you are depressed (and likely less able to gather the executive functioning to do so) also alleviates it. After having a good clean, I always feel more in control and less stressed. It’s the getting started that is the hardest part. The good news is, even a tiny bit of cleaning has a positive effect, so start with what you can manage.

Even if you just clean up the immediate area around you, even if you clean a little at a time or spaced out over days, you’ll feel lighter.

This!!

Even if all you can do is put three dishes in the dishwasher, or move the dirty laundry pile to outside the laundry door, or throw out that box of leftovers that have been sitting in the fridge for 2 weeks

it counts.

My therapy professor always gets his patients to just wipe the bathroom mirror when they’re feeling that way. Just the mirror, nothing more. But then by the time his patients are done with the mirror, most of them report “well, I was already in the bathroom, so I did the sink and tub too.” And before they know it, they’ve cleaned an entire bathroom.

My therapist once told me that, every day, I should try and do at least one thing that I either enjoyed, or gave me a sense of mastery. And honestly, the enjoyment thing can kind of seem overrated, especially when you feel like crap, but the mastery thing? Doing laundry or taking out the trash or whatever else I can bring myself to accomplish?

Holy shit, man… it’s /good/

Once I cleaned the entire bathroom because I was feeling kind of out of it that day. And just doing something hands on that was repetitive and familiar was really helpful to me.

enslavedmind:

( not too much, but if you need to talk to someone about it, feel free to message me )

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flickering flames of my cigarette lighter lick my fingertips
steel blades nick my flesh, restoring rubies on pale canvas
rubber bands snap against swollen & welted wrists.
glass shards twinkle in the moonlight between my teeth.

i am a painting of my own destruction.

a cursed image filled with horror & hate & vacant footsteps
in a hollow shell-body that i wish i didn’t live in.
i shed my skin, i break my bones, i snuff my spirit
just to be beautiful in red flesh, blue eyedrops, pink scars.

i am a sculpture of my own mad design.

just to feel the vibrations of my screaming cries to the moon
just to see the colors of the world that i can’t taste
just to hear the sounds of my own will to live snap in two
in my palms, in my head, in my mouth, in my bed.

i am a collage of desperation & emptiness.

greenteaandasmile:

Here’s a kitty that loves you sooooo much! 🐯🐱