please don’t ever think that no one cares about you

call-me-maddieee:

servicek9s:

croatoan-the-line:

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shroom-goddess:

a-real-archaeopteryx:

I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.

We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could.
And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.

I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.

I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.

I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.

I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.

Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.

But someone loves you.

damn….

This made me cry

When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadn’t cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.

There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.

There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person I’ve met.

Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said “oh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?”

People definitely do care about us even if we don’t think they do, and to the original poster?

Your faces are never forgotten either.

You’re more than heroes to me.

Im not crying you are 

I remember the paramedics that picked me up recently after my attempt. They said they were “rooting for me to get better.” They said they “wouldn’t ever stop hoping I get better.” they too said they wouldn’t “forget my face.”
It really sits with you when you realize people that don’t even know you care about you and are rooting for you.

Fuck pro-anorexia blogs

oliversbones:

Do not develop and eating disorder because of Tumblr’s glamorization of them. Please.
If you’ve just discovered this side of this hell site
Get out
Don’t come back or it can ruin you
They try to make it seem inviting and give their disorders cute names
“Ana” and “mia”

Why people promote such an awful disease I’ll never know
But
I know you know what can go wrong and no you aren’t the exception.
Your hair will fall out and so will your teeth
The stick thin girls you see are sick.
It isn’t oversized sweaters and fragile hands.
It’s developing lanugo all over and wondering why you’re so cold in the middle of July.
He won’t love you more when you’re Bones
Blue gums And being covered in bruises isn’t attractive.
Having the shakes for weeks isn’t cute.
Being permanently bloated isn’t sexy.
People won’t be jealous, they’ll be
concerned. Disgusted even.

This post isn’t for the people who made their blogs to vent.
It’s not for the people who developed an eating disorder because of things like stress,anxiety, depression, obsessive compulsive tendencies, or the desire to lose a few pounds gone awry.

There are healthy ways to loose weight.
If you think you have or are close to developing an ED please please please get help.

Anorexia killed my best friend.
Bulimia has almost killed me , it’s currently killing me.
This is not a diet
This is a disease
This is a state of Decay

(Ps) yes this is tagged under pro Ana and pro mia because that’s where I want people to find it before it’s too late

Being skinny isn’t just for photos.

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Imagine walking down the street or down a hallway and having your thighs breeze past each other without touching. It will be flirtatious, and in the spring all the wind and flowers will just float right through the gap in your thighs. The way you walk will be graceful. Like a delicate angel, a perfect nymph that glides instead of stomps.

Imagine in summer when the aqua waves lap around your waist and nearly knock you over. Your flat waist will be perfect for holding when your friends or family toss you easily into the air and then into the cool water. You’ll wear a bikini proudly, any bikini you want. You’ll feel more comfortable tanning like a goddess when your stomach doesn’t roll around without you doing anything.

Imagine when as Autumn sets in and you think of your crush wrapped in a blanket with you, watching a scary movie together. His hand reaches around you and he can actually touch your other shoulder. He won’t be disgusted with the flab hanging off your limbs like dead weight. And if you’re skinny enough, he may even kiss you.

Imagine being perfect even in winter. While everyone else looks like walking marshmallows in their coats and scarves you’ll still be as small and delicate as the snow falling onto your hair. You will be able to leave little to no footprint in the snow, and they will all see you as a light little bird gliding across the blizzard.

Being skinny isn’t just for pictures. It’s for living without chains that hold you back by the skin, preventing you from having joy in your life. It doesn’t matter when season it is, there is always something that will be better if you are skinny. So don’t give up. And lose that weight.

this is one of the few things on here that completely sums up why I want to lose weight

This post is so motivational. You can do it. You’ll be skinny.
Don’t give up.

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