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hello.. [01 Nov 2010|11:14pm]

gossipgalmishi

I’ve decided to try something. I’ve decided to start something new. ifyoudliketotalk@gmail.com is going to be my alter ego. My positive change in the world. I feel scared because I’m also so fragile at the moment but I know how much easier it is to talk to someone who’s distant enough you don’t feel guilty for talking about it but humane enough to care.
The story of two hungry ghosts, right? I’m not a professional, never took a course in comforting people - but that’s all I’m trying going to do. I’m going to try listen, bad day, bad month - whatever. If you're lonely, sad, bored..
I’m not going to listen to confessions of crimes or how badly you want to hurt someone but if someone hurt you, made you angry or plain pissed you off I’m here.
This also a selfish project as much as it’s selfless. I want to feel like a good person, worth something and I’ve had a lot of practise keeping the emotions in check.
I’m not going to judge you on your drug abuse, drinking, partying, race, nationality, sexuality, education. I’ll keep secrets, you can keep anonymous (I sure will be) and we can just have a conversation about how much life sucks at the moment, how much it rocks, how bloody bored you are or just about your day.
I’ve got my own shadows following me. Talk to me, if you’d like: ifyoudliketotalk@gmail.com

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[01 Nov 2010|02:21am]

karenb
I am not feeling so good. Today I was hanging out with my son and we passed by the office at his school. He remembered one day last year I was late to pick him up. I was sick and I was dizzy and I misread the clock. It hurt that he focused so much on it. I mean I worked hard last year I volunteered three days a week at his school for him. And it hurt that is the memory he remembers.
My mom yelled at me all day and infront of my boyfriend. I tried all week to keep up on the house.
I just feel like crap. And it is only going to make things worse. I am going to look like crap tomorrow from crying. Yeah real attractive infront of boyfriend. And I'm sure my son is
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[23 Jul 2010|04:31am]

karenb
Having bad thoughts tonight. I guess pray for me for peace and to be okay with bad stuff that has happened in the past. About two years ago I went to a guys apartment that I had been dating for a month and half we had never kissed and my impression was that he was a good guy I trusted him. There at the apartment he was completely different he took my clothes off against my will and held me down for hours and said I was his. He let me up once to go to the bathroom and that is what I keep on going back over when I'm trying to sleep like what if I had ran out the door naked and got some help would it have been better would have made it to get help or would he have beat me worse for running. Its a little bit hard as well trying to hide bad things like this that happened in the past from my current boyfriend I dont really want him to know and I dont want to think about this kind of stuff i want it to be in the past. So pray for me that I can put these bad experiences in the past and feel okay and not look back and analyse them.
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Does it get better? [03 Feb 2009|08:14pm]
keep_myself
I've been reading through this and communities like this for several days now. This is the first time I've joined one and more to the point, the first time I've let myself accept I have a problem. I see so much of what I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, in the posts before me. Does it get better? Is there that hope? Please, someone tell me things can and will change. Tell me you can change this. That it won't always be like this.
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[31 Jan 2008|08:00pm]

arwens_ghost
In exactly the same spirit as below.
dietingfriend 's post:  I would not hesitate to recommend any bulimic or even other eating-disordered people to check out purgatorium.
It's by far the nicest and most friendly eating-disorder community that I have found on LJ. - It's very supportive and it's VERY active!!!
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[10 Jan 2008|07:13pm]

arwens_ghost
Just to say this community is not TOTALLY DEAD.
I think the whole idea of a forum like this is a good one.  I want to keep it alive and I still read!
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HURTING [09 Dec 2007|04:08pm]
shley802
[ mood | depressed ]

I HAVE BEEN THROUGH MORE STUFF THEN ANYONE SHOULD EVER GO THROUGH IN THERE LIFETIME. I REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE WAKING UP EACH MORNING THINKING WHAT IS MY MOM GOING TO DO  TO ME TODAY. CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP EVERYNIGHT. WANTING TO FINALLY BELONG SOMEWHERE ANYWHERE AND THEN I MOVED AND I GOT MARRIED AND I THOUGHT I FINALLY DID IT I AM FINALLY HAPPY HAD MY SON AND THEN MY DAUGHTER.AND THEN IT ALL FELL APART HE BECAME  PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ABUSIVE. SO I GOT DIVORCED AND LOST MY BABIES IN THE PROCESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANIPULATIVE  WAYS. SO THERE LONELY ALL OVER AGAIN THEN THREE DAYS AFTER THE DIVORCE WAS FINALIZED I FIND OUT I AM PREGNANT AND THINGS START TO LOOK UP AGAIN I ENROLL IN SCHOOL GET MY GED AND THEN I  GET MY CERTIFICATE IN MEDICAL RECEPTION AND THEN I MET HIM  SO KIND AND GENTLE AND UNDERSTANDING . AND THEN  I MET HIS FRIENDS AND SLOWLEY THEY BECAME MY FAMILY THE ONLY FAMILY I HAD WITH ME WHEN I GAVE BIRTH TO NAT AND  THEN HE PROPOSED AND I THOUGHT FINALLY I BELONG I FIT IN!! BUT THE GROUP SLOWLY BEGAN TO FALL APART STARTING WITH TWO OF THEM BEINGSHIPPED TO IRAQ THEN  ONE GETTING ANOTHER FRIENDS GF PREGNANT!! AND THEN THERE WAS NONE THE TWO CAME BACK FROM IRAQ CHANGED NEVER TO BE THE SAME AGAIN AND SLOWLEY WE GREW APART. NOW ALL I HAVE IS MY FIANCE AND MY KIDS. BUT I FEEL EMPTY INSIDE LIKE THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING.  THERE ARE DAYS IJUST CANT GET OUT OF BED AND WHEN I DO I JUST WANT TO CRWL RIGHT BACK IN!! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR MY LIFE BESIDES MY TWO KIDS BUT I WANT MORE THEN  JUST BEING A MOM I WANT A LIFE A CAREER FRIENDS I AM SICK OF SITTING HOME EVERYDAY LISTENING TO OTHER PEOPLE TELL THERE STORIES OF WHAT THEY DID LAST NIGHT  AND ALL I CAN SAY IS I STAYED HOME  I HATE MY LIFE I HATE WTCHING OTHER PEOPLE HAVE ALIFE AND I DONT HAVE ONE I NEVER GOT TO HAVE ONE AND ITS NOT FAIR I WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE FRIENDS AND HAVE A CAREER AND BE HAPPY FOR ONCE I JUST WANT HAPPINESS IS THAT  TO MUCH TO ASK FOR!!!!

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Ramblings (from an anorexic) [09 Dec 2007|08:27pm]

arwens_ghost


I guess it's been an 'off' few days for not much reason. I think really trying to get into at least some sort of 'recovery mode' is bringing up a lot of feelings and real thoughts that are crystalizing properly in my head.
I have to accept that I no longer have a family. I have most of the members of it, who love me - but no more fantasy childhood mum, dad, gran, and me together around the family dinner table. That's why I can't sit down around a table with others and enjoy meals. It feels wrong. When I was young, food was 'family at the table together'. Now food is nothing because we're all apart. (Well, except mum - who's as sad as I am about Dad buggering off). I watched my gran die in front of me - collapsed in the street. Her last words were "I want to go home". She used to cook the most amazing trout with mash and then baked apples. I'm glad I was with her when she died. But I MUST accept it's gone. My meals, my food, my choice.

yes, I've talked with my team - not about this latest revelation about "family=meals" idea, which I will do, but they give me great suggestions, many of which are given in the comments to that post. It's ME that struggles. My therapist suggests finding a scheduled time to sit down at the table for a small, safe meal. Sounds great - but I've just explained my stumbling block.

Sorry, I'm really rambling. This entry was meant as an 'ode to my cats'. My suggestion of the month - GET CATS. I had a little cry yesterday. One of those curl-up under the duvet and cry about nothing & everything. My cats came all the way from downstairs sensing I was down. I was snuggled with and they licked my tears away. A cat will always improve your life.

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Truffle and Little Tabs - self-indulgent ramblings [09 Dec 2007|08:22pm]

arwens_ghost


I guess it's been an 'off' few days for not much reason. I think really trying to get into at least some sort of 'recovery mode' is bringing up a lot of feelings and real thoughts that are crystalizing properly in my head.

I have to accept that I no longer have a family. I have most of the members of it, who love me - but no more fantasy childhood mum, dad, gran, and me together around the family dinner table. That's why I can't sit down around a table with others and enjoy meals. It feels wrong. When I was young, food was 'family at the table together'. Now food is nothing because we're all apart. (Well, except mum - who's as sad as I am about Dad buggering off). I watched my gran die in front of me - collapsed in the street. Her last words were "I want to go home". She used to cook the most amazing trout with mash and then baked apples. I'm glad I was with her when she died. But I MUST accept it's gone. My meals, my food, my choice.

yes, I've talked with my team - not about this latest revelation about "family=meals" idea, which I will do, but they give me great suggestions, many of which are given in the comments to that post. It's ME that struggles. My therapist suggests finding a scheduled time to sit down at the table for a small, safe meal. Sounds great - but I've just explained my stumbling block.

Sorry, I'm really rambling. This entry was meant as an 'ode to my cats'. My suggestion of the month - GET CATS. I had a little cry yesterday. One of those curl-up under the duvet and cry about nothing & everything. My cats came all the way from downstairs sensing I was down. I was snuggled with and they licked my tears away. A cat will always improve your life.
Thanks again guys and I love you all.

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On Facebook... [04 Oct 2007|02:06am]

flamegirl_kitty
[ mood | tired ]

It seems like the last few times I've written in communities it's been to spread the word about another safe haven too. Luckily, I have not been depressed/ suicidal/ hopeless for nearly a year and I have a mission to help others who have experienced the pain I have. Now that I'm more functional and have much more strength than before, I'd like to give people all the chances they can to spread the word and make people aware of this suffering and how serious it is.

On Facebook there are a few causes I have come across:

- Suicide Prevention/ Awareness

- Depression Awareness

and one that I made because it wasn't yet created

- Psychogenic Excoriation (Compulsive Skin Picking)


In each group, we need to break the stigma and speak out for ourselves, to get the chance to communicate with people who understand us instead of wasting our time with people who will forever condemn us. Be well, take care, and know that there really really isn't an oncoming train from the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Reflection [11 Jul 2007|12:12pm]

ladyofsadness
[ mood | dead ]

I posted two poems yesterday . I was proud that I could still write . But being proud of myself is nothing really . I need someone to be proud of me . I dont even think he has bothered to read what I wrote . And if he did  , no comment ...... 

I am in desperate need of a sign of hope . I need something to help me to believe I am doing what I am supposed to . I feel so disconnected and out of place no matter where I am or who I am with any more . I feel like I have no place . I have no family down here . I only chose to stay for him . I made his family mine  . And last night as we all sat around the table I looked around at all the laughing faces that I had once not so long ago felt a part of , and felt like I was among strangers . I once felt like family . I once felt like I belonged . Now I barely remember the feeling of belonging . 

My life started to fall apart when my mother died . Then a month later he showed up and swept me away to a cloud where I was too far away to think much of anything sad , like my mom . And I think he was the only reason I survived it . I was planning to commit suicide even on the very night I had met him before I left my house I had written a letter to my mothers spirit telling her that I couldnt take life any more . Most of me was serious . And the little part of me that wasnt wanted to go back to Michigan where I had some family if you could call most of them that . But then I met him and for once in a long time I felt happy . I felt hope . I fell in love with him the moment I saw him . And then all of a sudden here I am on this beautiful cloud . I am there for months and I am really blissful and intoxicated by the wonderful , loving , and promising things he always said to me , and then all of a sudden he ripped the cloud to shreds and watched me fall with no where to land . I am still falling a year later . Maybe I am going to fall forever . But I wish he would catch me . Place his wonderful cloud under my heavy soul and let me rest there and heal . Let us be happy again and spend all of our time together on this perfect cloud . Let me die when it is my time upon this cloud . I dont want to die cold and alone as I feel now . And he is the only one I wish to be warm and alive for . Without him I may as well die . I see no reason to live . He is all I had and all I want . He is all I love and all I wish to love . 

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New plea [08 Jul 2007|03:25pm]

new_kinda_freak
New plea.

Dear all,

Firstly, I would like to thank you all for the fantastic support you have offered after my last post asking for photographic models. I received messages from people offering support, willing to have their photo taken or those wishing to fill in a questionnaire. I couldn’t have expected a better response and I hope I come across as genuine when I explain how grateful I am. That gratitude is also extended to all the moderators who kindly left my posts up for people to read. Thank you.
Your support on my last project has inspired me to push my creativity further and extend the self-harm project that I began over two years ago.
This time I am hoping other people might be willing to get involved as I am opening the 'requirements' up to include many more heath issues.
Although I have not yet written my Artist statement, I am hoping to make the most of my 4/5-month holiday by getting a head start on next term’s project.
The project I worked on for my first year of my BA(Hons) Photography, at Anglia Ruskin University, was surrounding the subject Self Injury/Harm. My initial plan was to put together a book of shots of young men and women who use self-harm. I had always planned to put these, headless, images in a book. However after much deliberation I decided to hand in a miniature version of the images, kept in a box for presentation and to save the book idea for my second year.
I now have another 8 or 9 months to put together a comprehensive collection of images that not only cover the issue of self harm, but also bring in other issues that may trigger self harm or are produced as a secondary to self harm (although I realize this is very different for everyone). I intend to create images that contain men and women, of all ages, colour or sexuality, who have had or who currently are experiencing issues with, self harm, anorexia/bulimia/EDNOS, depression, binge eating, disassociation, sexual abuse/rape survivors, participation in S&M, transgender/ transexuality, scaring from incidence etc. Essentially I am hoping to capture many aspects of mental health with a specific look at how mental health affects you physically and how you feel about your body.
As part of this work, I would like to follow 3 or 4 people through treatment. This could be in-patient or out patient, mental health related treatment or physical health. For ease, it would be great if the participating people lived near Cambridge or around the south of the country, however, I would be willing to travel if needed.
The idea of lots of people modeling once, representing their own lives and stories, means I can share very small insights into a mind set or situations. However, by having the chance to follow 3 or 4 (or more if possible) people through one part of their lives, documenting the details of their stories, I have the opportunity to show people a much deeper look into life with impairments.
I hope that the work is tasteful, that it never glorifies SI or any other issues that may be raised, yet at the same time offer people who don’t understand a chance to see how it affects people. That is where your help comes in!
I may be able to explain my own relationship with self-harm and mental/physical health, I may even be able to give statistics, but unless many people get to share their stories.. We can’t expect people to just get it.
Just like last time, I am looking for people from anywhere in the UK, 
any age (as long as your over 16 with parental consent or over 18), and either sex. I would be willing to help out with travel costs to my home and you would be more than welcome to stay at my house with a friend of yours.
This time the compassion of the images will be slightly different, but you will always have the last word on what you are happy to do.
The models I have used so far are my close friends, people who I love and would always want to protect, as well as the wonderful people who nominated them selves. I would never exploit anyone and I will include text in the book that describes just how grateful I am for the models co-operation. All models will need to sign a model release form.
I am telling you all about the book and my hopes for the future as I would like to ask if anyone would want to take part? I want to show all aspects of self-harm and mental health issues, not just scars or tears or meds. There is so much more to it. The smiles you have to put on for those around you, the depression you feel, the guilt, the eating distress, the arguments with loved ones, I want to try and communicate that too.
I am hoping to get moving as soon as possible, so if you have some free time over the summer and fancy a trip to Cambridge, please e-mail and we can work something out!
Feel free to contact me, Indigo.Clouds.Imagery[@]Gmail[.]com
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Self harm image book. [21 Apr 2007|05:09pm]

new_kinda_freak
Hey, my name is Jo. I am 24 and I live in Cambridge UK

I'm doing a fine arts degree, BA(Hons) Photography, at Anglia Ruskin University. I'm in my first year but I have worked as a photographer previously.

For my major project this year I am studying self harm. Its something I have worked with before and personal experience of.

I hope that the work is tasteful, that it never glorifies SI, yet at the same time offers people who dont understand it a chance to see how it affects people.

I decided that I didnt simply want the photos up on a wall as they were too private. So I am putting together a book. It wont be published, I will only make a handful of copys. It will be A4/5 size and each page will have 2 or 3 images on. Along with that will be a very small amount of text that's either commentory from me, statistics or quotes taken from the small questionair I have asked my models to fill in.

The models I have used so far are my close friends, people who I love and would always want to protect. I would never exploit anyone and I will include text in the book that describes just how greatful I am for the models co-operation.

I am telling you all about the book as I would like to ask if anyone would like to take part? I want to show all aspects of self harm, not just scars or tears. There is so much more to it. The smiles you have to put on for thoes arond you, the depression you feel, the guilt, the eating distress, the arguments with loved ones, I want to try and communicate that too.

I wonder how you might feel about helping me acheve that?

Models will need to be over 16 and have permission from parents if under 18. You will need to live in the UK and be avaliable for a photoshoot as soon as possiable. Models are not paid but I can help with traveling costs, offer you and a friend food/a bed for the night and you will have an opertunity to buy a copy of the book when finished if you would like.

I am needing people as quick as possiable as the project needs to finish in the next 4/5 weeks and some models backed out. That said, if you do offer, you will be under no pressure to do anything you are uncomfortable with. Even if that means you getting here and changing your mind. If you are interested I can show you some images I already have to see what you think. Feel free to pass this on to friends you think may be interested.

I hope this post isnt inapropreate, feel free to remove it. x-posted to other self harm communities.

You can leave messages here or you can e mail me at GumChewingFreak[@]Gmail[.]com

Thank you for reading, have a safe day xx xx
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i know what it's like.... [22 Feb 2007|07:12pm]

allie_beee
[ mood | cold ]

i know what its like to be the odd one. i know what its like the raised with little or nothing. i know what its like to hide under the covers when your parents are arguing, hoping your tears can put you to sleep. that the screams and bangs will go away. to tell your siblings everything will be alright, when you know in your heart they wont. i know what its like to live without electricity or running water for days. i know what its like to eat only the microwave can foods for weeks because you cant afford anything else. to sleep on the floor on palets or in sleeping bags because you cant afford a bed. to have your parents play tug of war with your arms because you're the only kid who doesnt have lice at the moment, but your mother yells to your father who drove three hours to come get you that because he wont take all of the kids he cant have you. he was only looking out for the other children in the family that you were going to stay with. i know what its like to wonder if your mother will ever find the right man. if all these men who come and go were the ones for her. i know what its like to see your birth parents who are now divorced argue and scream in your faces. to not like each other. i know what its like to be called ugly. to have fingers pointed at you because you dont fit in. i know what it's like to feel uncomfortable around some men in your family, and later find out that they are unregistered child molestors and you question whether they did something to you in order for you to have those feelings against them. i know what its like to have facial hair, oily skin, pimples and the skinniest legs in the world. i know what its like to be an outcast. for people to call you weird to your face. give you ugly stares. to look like a boy. i know what its like to climb trees barefoot, play with horses and go fishing at the pond near your house. to jump off a tree into the water from a rope. i know what its like the catch crawfish...on the side of your house in waterholes. i know what its like to be in love with two. to make the wrong decisions. for someone to tell you that your not white enough to be white. that your teeth are too crooked. that you will never be pretty. i know what its like to give your heart to someone and not recieve theirs back. i know what its like to be screwed over by the one you love, about a million times. for them to never make the right choices at the rights times. when they want you its too late. i know what its like to be strangled by a man, feeling that ball of fear in your veins that you are about to be raped. to be broke. completely. to run away from your fears. to do something for love and acceptance and to not even recieve both. to make mistakes. to question your sexuality. to question your beliefs. to wonder who you really are. to be the outcast. to be the ugly duckling that turned into a swan. you and me, we're really not that different are we?








i know that was a weird introduction.
most people know me by the name of allie b. or just allie.
i came across this community and i felt compelled to join, i feel like i can identify with so many of you.

i've never been good with introductions because i'm not the type of person who likes to talk about themselves.
I'm certainly not trying to get sympathy but I need to vent and thought that this would be the perfect place to do so.
I was diagnosed with depression when I was 12 (i'm 18 right now).
When I first got my meds at age 12, I took them for 4 months and then took myself off of them and have not taken them since.
My parents have been divorced for 7 years now and continue to fight.  I just recently found out the shocking truth, I'm worth nothing more to my mother than a few hundred bucks a month in child support.  Sure, my mom seems nasty.  But my dad (who I'm currently living with at the moment) isn't much better.  He ignores me and makes sure I have a place to sleep, that's it.

Long story short--
I've battled cutting. Bulemia.  And I'm deaf so I get made fun of constantly in school.
I'm not sure if this is a cry for help. I'm not the type of person to admit that I need help, but admitting is the first step, is it not?

Maybe all I need is a hug.

There is so much more to the story of my life than what I could possibly explain on here.  I honestly don't think that anyone could understand unless they've been through my experiences.  It's just nice to know that you guys care, you guys are there to listen and I hope that I can contribute to this community as well by listening to you in return.  I may not give the best advice, but I can try.

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[01 Jan 2007|02:59pm]

neuroticismette
Hi.

I'm at a low point in my life. I never really thought I'd come to this, you know, the feeling that no one cares. And I don't think I deserve to be heard, after all, I don't think I'm even half-way to how bad some of you feel about your life.

I'm just pathetic, that's all. And I don't think I'm good at anything but pretending. I've pretended for so long that I could handle things, that I could handle being hurt and it wouldn't matter because 10 years from now I wouldn't even remember the incidents.

And by saying that I'm alright, that it's okay, that I am stronger than anyone else, I've shoved everyone successfully out of my life.

No one cares enough because I've made sure they understood that I could handle things well. But it feels lonely. And even as proud as I can sometimes be, I don't like feeling this way. I don't know what to do. Sometimes I just feel like running away and changing my name.

I'm sorry I troubled you with this. But thanks for this community.

-M
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[03 Dec 2006|12:59pm]

arwens_ghost
Hi, I've never posted here before but been around LJ a lot.

This is mostly X-posted - sorry, I'm just so in need of some support right now and don't know where to
turn, really. I don't even know if this is the right place to post this, right now I just feel desolate and frightened.

This last week has officially been one of the worst weeks of at least the past year for me. Empty and somewhat numb. Sometimes I don't know what's wrong with me. I seems like every time I try and pick myself up, someting comes along to bash me back down again. I'm left now with no work (due to a bunch of disinterested, screwed up w****rs) and an aimless deppression ahead.

I've proved to myself I can do it - I can have a life - I'm intelligent enough, and all i'm doing is wasting my life with depression and EDs. Meds, so far have been hopless. I think 5 HTP and vitamins have literally saved my life these past few months.

The worst parts are those beautiful glimmers of hope and beauty that I get -then they go away. I do have passions, I REALLY do - and then the black hole opens up again and it's all gone - and hello EDs. I apologise if this community does not want to hear about eating disorders and I will not mention those particular problems in the furure if this is the case.

I've been stashing a shit-load of valium upstairs- don't know why. I used to be an optimist. Now I'm feeling my hope fade. It comes and goes. I'll fight it.

Certain people have hurt me and screwed my life over so much. no point going into details. I want to be angry. Instead I'm just sad. I WANT a life. i WANT to get better and I now feel so let down that all this is just going to make it all so much harder. Oh and my poor cat was diagnosed with diabetes yesterday.
I only end up taking out anger on myself. I'd also love some new friends with similar interests, so please feel free to check out my personal LJ stuff. Thanks for hearing me.

(Don't bother going here unless you are into totally sad songs and self-pitying music. It just sums up how I feel).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2y2JAl_CCE)
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Depression "Sayings" [29 Oct 2006|01:45am]

flamegirl_kitty
[ mood | irritated ]

23 Best Things to Say to a Depressed Person:

1. "I love you!"

2. "I care"

3. "You're not alone in this"

4. "I'm not going to leave/abandon you"

5. "Do you want a hug?"

6. "I love you (if you mean it)."

7. "It will pass, we can ride it out together."

8. "When all this is over, I'll still be here (if you mean it) and so will you."

9. "Don't say anything, just hold my hand and listen while I cry."

10. "All I want to do know is give you a hug and a shoulder to cry on.."

11. "Hey, you're not crazy!"

12. "May the strength of the past reflect in your future."

13. "God does not play dice with the universe." --A. Einstein

14. "A miracle is simply a do-it-yourself project." --S. Leek

15. "We are not primarily on earth to see through one another, but to see one another through" 

16. "If the human brain were simple enough to understand, we'd be too simple to understand it." --a codeveloper of Prozac, quoted from "Listening to Prozac"

17. "You have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to live an ordinary life?" --from the movie "Little Women" (Marmee to Jo)

18. "I understand your pain and I empathize."

19. "I'm sorry you're in so much pain. I am not going to leave you. I am going to take care of myself so you don't need to worry that your pain might hurt me."

20. "I listen to you talk about it, and I can't imagine what it's like for you. I just can't imagine how hard it must be."

21. "I can't really fully understand what you are feeling, but I can offer my compassion."

22. "You are important to me."

23. "If you need a friend..... (and mean it)"


99 Worst Things to Say to a Depressed Person:
http://www.hbcprotocols.com/99things.html


~

flamegirl_kitty, mod of attemptfailed

 

 

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[27 Oct 2006|01:35pm]

xprettyflamingo
Hi. My name is Stephani. I’m 19.

And basically, I’m looking for someone to talk to; I need some friends. I was recently diagnosed with anxiety/depression and I am on Zoloft and Ativan, which aren’t really helping. I’m sad and lonely and I am so unmotivated. It’s really hard for me to survive in a college environment when all I want to do is sleep.

But I don’t want to sound like I am complaining or begging. I just thought it might be good to find some people who understand or just people to talk to; to check in with. 

I go to college in Philadelphia. I love music. I love my boyfriend. I love green tea. I love photography. I’m a journalism major & while I love to write, I want to work for a magazine, maybe editing or layout. I love sleep. I hate drama. I hate feeling so sad. But I am optimistic about the future.

So if you want to be friends, that’s cool. You can add me on lj. You can add me on myspace, facebook or aim: dearaffliction.




If not, that’s okay too.
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Two Wolves [02 Aug 2006|09:01am]

flamegirl_kitty
[ mood | tired ]

This is from a sheet I received yesterday from my 6- week Day Treatment Programme:


One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said,
 
"My son, the battle is between 2 *wolves* inside us all.
 
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, inferiority, lies, false pride, greed, arrogance, superiority, and ego.
 
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith."
 
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
 
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
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Community Interest [12 Jun 2006|02:12am]

flamegirl_kitty
[ mood | melancholy ]

While reading this community, I noticed that there are many loving and caring people who have been hurt badly in so many different ways. There are many ways that help is available, and I'm hoping that my community can ease some of your demons.

It doesn't say in the userinfo page that I cannot do this, so here I go and I am terribly sorry if this offends anyone. And if it does, the mod can delete this entry immediately.

I created a community a while ago called attemptfailed:
for people who have attempted suicide. It is not a pro- suicide community, but it is one for people to tell their story, get advice, find people to relate to, etc. There is much more about it in the userinfo page, but I thought I'd give a little introduction to the community in case anyone out there is interested.

Take care everyone.

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