Hospitaiforbrokensouls-blog - Dying

I’M SORRY THAT I MISSED YOUR CALL FOR THE THIRD TIME IN A ROW

i’m sorry, i’m trying- nothing, nowhere | #08083C

“it’s a funny feeling hard to explain feeling like I don’t deserve to exist don’t deserve to be a part of now everything is good everything is fine but I hate it i hate how it makes me feel”

— t.m.

“My depression has ruined so many more things than just my mind. All of my relationships and friendships broke apart only when my sadness spoke to them.”

—

Depression does not always mean

Beautiful girls with visible scars on their wrists. Depression does not always mean having a bad day at work.

Sometimes depression means not getting out of bed for three days in a row because your feet refuse to believe that they will not shatter upon impact on the floor.

Sometimes depression means that summoning the willpower to do the laundry and change your bed sheets is the most impressive thing you’ve accomplished all week.

Sometimes depression means lying there for hours, because you cannot convince your body that it is capable of movement.

Sometimes depression means not being able to write for days, weeks even because the only words you have to offer the world are;

“I’m trapped”

“I’m drowning”

“I swear to god I’m trying”

Sometimes depression means that every single bone in your body aches but you have to keep going through the motions because you cannot call into work with the excuse of depression.

Sometimes depression means ignoring every text and phone call for an entire month because yes, they have the right number but you are not the person they are looking for, not anymore.

“And when my mother asks me what’s wrong I just say I’m tired because I don’t have the heart to tell the woman who gave me life that I don’t want it anymore.”

— (via wstdxo)

“For these past months and years, you’ve let yourself die. you’ve been dying, love. Deep down, you’d hoped for someone to save you. You also knew no one would come in shining armor and deathless spirit to rescue you from this pit you’ve fallen into because only you are able to get yourself out of there. So, you chose to blossom. Water yourself with life, with the life you’ve been denying yourself for so long. And now you are blooming like the most stunning of flowers. You’ll have learnt that you can be reborn, even after the deadliest of times. You can blossom again, even after the worst of winters.”

—

you are blooming.

this one is for @thecoldheartlesscloud.

“I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.”

— Richard Siken (via velvetnyc)

I️ Keep Sleeping