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Self-harm awareness day
Today is self-harm awareness day. It is a very important day for me as a former self-harmer, and when I was at my lowest I thought no one knew how I felt, but now I know better. This is a day for people to learn more about the causes of self-harm and the risks. Self-harm is no different than any other unhealthy coping mechanism like drugs, alcohol, and many others. Just because someone self-harms does not make them any different from an addict that needs help. So, if you are a self-harmer and If you’re not sure where to turn, call the S.A.F.E. Alternatives information line in the U.S. at 1-800-366-8288 for referrals and support for cutting and self-harm. If you know a self-harmer, or just want to be more aware click here for more information.
Hope has dirt under her fingernails
Hope has dirt under her fingernails. Her broken foot trembles beneath her as she stands up, reading herself for another punch.
Faith clutches the rim of the sink, breath fogging up the mirror. Then she takes her meds and closes the door behind her.
Perseverance hands bribes to cops and takes the first cleaning job she gets, eyes averted as she gets slapped for tardiness.
Selflessness shivers on her bedroom floor, the memory of loosing a patient on the operation table replaying behind her eyelids again.
Love sits in the visitors hall of the hospital, waiting to replace the wilted flowers beside the coma patient.
Passion only leaves the house to go to therapy, the world too painful to look at for long.
Strength looks at the others and decides to make a home in their hearts.
Se battre contre une maladie silencieuse et invisible, c’est comme marcher seul dans une forêt que personne d’autre ne peut voir. Chaque pas est une lutte, chaque souffle une victoire. Mon ennemi n’a ni visage ni forme à affronter. Il est tapi dans l’ombre, invisible aux yeux des autres, mais je le sens toujours, pesant sur mon corps et mon esprit.
Comme un loup solitaire, je m’avance, parfois en silence, parfois avec un cri intérieur que personne ne peut entendre. Ce combat, je ne l’ai pas choisi, mais je le mène avec toute la force qu’il me reste. Chaque jour, chaque nuit, je trouve en moi un instinct brut, un élan que rien ne peut briser.
Je sais que la route est longue, la forêt profonde, parfois écrasante. Mais je sais aussi qu’aucune nuit, aussi noire soit-elle, ne dure éternellement. Alors, même lorsque je suis épuisé, même lorsque tout semble contre moi, je continue. Pas après pas. Souffle après souffle. Parce que c’est ce que je suis : un survivant. Un loup qui refuse de se laisser abattre.
Et peu importe si personne ne voit cette bataille, si elle reste dans l’ombre. Elle est réelle, elle est mienne. Je me bats pour chaque instant, pour chaque victoire, grande ou petite. Je me bats parce que c’est dans ma nature, parce que je suis fait pour survivre, pour avancer, pour hurler ma force au monde, même lorsque le silence m’entoure.
Et pourtant, dans cette solitude apparente, une lumière douce brille dans l’ombre. Une sorcière bienveillante, guidée par une magie discrète mais puissante, marche quelque part à mes côtés. Elle n’efface pas mes blessures, mais elle apaise leur douleur. Elle n’affronte pas mon ennemi à ma place, mais elle murmure des sorts d’espoir et de courage, des mots qui renforcent ma volonté.
Avec elle, je sais que je ne suis pas seul. Même dans cette forêt sombre, je sens sa présence, une chaleur qui ravive ma force. Grâce à elle, mon hurlement solitaire devient un chant, un écho partagé. Et je continue, pas après pas, non seulement pour moi, mais pour honorer la magie bienveillante qui veille sur moi.
🐺🪄❤️♾️💪🏽
I was not the broken thing anymore.
I cried and fought and fell
And scratched and clawed
My way back from hell.
I made an armour out of this body,
Grew my heart into a soldier,
Marched to once friendly lines
To cut off all ties
And fought you off
With all my might.
You weren't here anymore
And I grew myself a garden,
Planted my heart in its bosom;
Took the armour out to let it rust,
Felt the sunlight burn my thick skin,
And I almost could feel the years turn,
And could almost feel myself turn to dust.
Instead of fearing struggle, trust in the knowing that it is strengthening you. Comfort does not create strength, challenges do.
If a person you love leaves it’s because they believed it would make them feel better. Not because they don’t care but because they value feeling good. Recognise this truth. Not trying to fight, resist, fix or deny it is the single most powerful move you can make. To allow is to do something, to respect their choice is to do something. To accept, without trying to change, control or convince them to see things differently—takes more strength, confidence and faith than any act of force. Standing your ground and understanding the art of allowing is the ultimate act of self worth.
Source: ahealingspirit.org
“Be strong enough to stand alone, smart enough to know when you need help, and brave enough to ask for it.”
— Unknown
Is it just me or Mr. Incredible is actually hot?
I mean, I love "THE INCREDIBLES" movies and I think Bob Parr can be super attractive.
He's big, strong, has super powers and a sexy family man.
IDK call me weird, but I bet that if he was real he was a hot daddy.
Would you beat him 💪 💪 🔥 🔥
You keep Watching he Keeps suffering ... how many reps he can do 😊?
Via Nicolas Cambi
Have you noticed the small pink band on the ground?
This trick shown will help you improve your foot positioning! What are your tips for a better technique?
Via 🎥 unknown
Amazing place and awesome lift 💪💪
Via Bryan Hunsaker
Insane Strength
caption this.. 🙄🤔 💪 Larry Wheels
Who's gonna fix that corner tho?
It's Actually Pretty Simple Either You Do It or You Don't
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You don't notice
The everlasting sorrow
That's drowning out
The life in my eyes.
I'm weeping inside,
But you're only seeing
Soft flesh
Carrying a fabric
That lays loosely over my body.
I am but merely an item,
That had been claimed
The moment you rest your body
Against mine.
All my self worth plummeted
In a matter of seconds,
And I have never felt so ashamed.
~ceramic-feelings