REFLECTIONS OF YOURSELF

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Trying to prove a point to my parents

Today is World Mental Health Day.

Peeps, there’s a reason I talk about my bad days. There’s a reason I talk about my struggles with the Brain Raccoons. Because when I was younger, people didn’t talk about mental health. If they did, it was in pitying or scared whispers. And if your brain didn’t work like “normal people’s”, you didn’t talk about it for fear of … a lot of things. Discrimination was the mildest of those things to fear.

You know what? Fuck all that. No one’s brains work like anyone else’s. If yours isn’t working the way you think it should be, if you’re dealing with emotions or thoughts that make you feel like you’re struggling, there’s help out there. You don’t have to be stuck in that horrible, dark place.

Please, please don’t feel like you’re alone, and don’t give up hope.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. 1: 1940-1956

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢