The melt downs are crazy 😜. I’m thankful for my son but don’t wish this one on anyone. It takes a lot to be able to focus on life’s priorities and handle everything coming my way and try to empower and bless others. I’m thankful for the support I have and the look of these two therapist who came to my house was like 😮. I’m thankful for this industry and being able to have leverage as well as not having my career not on someone else’s time clock. Remember if your looking at a opportunity and your thinking about it you may be the key to someone else experiencing time and financial freedom. Fear (false evidence appearing real ) your experiencing could be the difference in a child going into a group home or not. People will fight you on the challenges they face but you must keep going because someone is praying for you. Thank god for people who believe in me and the people who are there it means more than you even understand. A child who is in diapers who is 9 years old who hits on himself bangs his head on walls is a lot tougher than a no. I won’t stop until I impact others because the challenges people face are real. It is not always roses 🌹. Jacoty and Nayana you are a part of my non selfish why I pray to have all resources to help you with out a go fund me. Go work Nate!
Printed my first shirt today 😱😍 .
I CANT FREAKING CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT FOR @pbandjapparel .
- met with my website developer
. - had a creative meeting with my designer .
- talked with my manufactures CEO and printed my very first shirt! .
3 weeks ago this was just an idea I had in my head. Now I can actually see this happening. .
What have you been thinking about but haven’t done yet?! GET TO IT!
Taking care of your emotions is just as important as taking care of your diet. Each emotion that you feel has a deep connection with different parts of the body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Have you ever noticed when young children get scared they can tend to wet themselves? This is because fear and the bladder have a deep connection. Of course as we get older we learn to not make that mistake every time we are scared. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here is list of each emotion and the connection it has on the body. Holding these negative emotions can actually cause negative physical damage on each part of the body.
No filter because let’s get real. My body is A LOT softer than it was pre July 20th - I lost my baby abs, my thigh muscles, etc while I was recovering from my Mastectomy. Pain doesn’t allow me to strength train at the moment and I’m not pushing myself & permanently damaging my body more than I already have. My body is loose skin, stretch marks, and foobs (which have even got their own stretch marks!) Despite what my body may look like to me or others, or feel like (very alien, thanks cold foobs) - I love my body. I’m sad it took falling back into unhealthy coping mechanisms to realize this, but I’m here now and that’s all that matters. Today may be a good day, I’ll still be transparent on my bad days. I know this is going to take a lot of work as it’s now been with me over half of my life, but I will continue to fight not only for my mental health but physical health as well. #mastectomy#breastcancer#foobs#fightlikeagirl#health#mentalhealth#ednos#eatingdisorder#ptsd#anxiety#depression#bpd#edrecovery#selflove#positivevibes#bopo#bodypositive#positivity
Kenzye, 17, Manchester, UK "I am Kenzye. I have anorexia nervosa. I have depression. I have anxiety. I have panic disorder. I have a personality disorder. I suffer with suicidal thoughts and self harm. I am poorly. I will say this because I’m not ashamed anymore.
I’m not proud but I’m in acceptance. I hide behind smiles, I laugh off tears, I show colour over the darkness I feel. I am not a generic material. I’m an ocean of emotions – but they cannot be seen. So I wonder when I say I have mental illnesses, who questions that? Fair enough I don’t blame you. I’m not underweight I’m not starving myself, I’m not being miscompliant with my meal plan, I’m not crying tears, screaming or breathing into my paper bag… I’m not a visual representation of linear facts and figures.
You see mental illnesses (for example anorexia) compels me to obsess over numbers and figures and to some extent it’s done the same to society. Making my life harder I suppose. We all associate anorexia with being underweight. It’s not shameful I do it myself. Every meal I sit there “how am I anorexic, I’m not skinny, I’m eating?” Depression is deemed to be constant crying and isolation. Anxiety and panic attacks are often seen as hyperventilating and unable to talk to people and personality disorder is sometimes seen as someone being unable to manage a maintained personality… that’s the issue I’m now looking at … I would not be even thinking those things if I was not poorly… mental illnesses are a massive fight. A fight not only me but many other people go through everyday… so please let’s all try and remember that mental illnesses’ severity is not directly proportional to the physical state.
My life did not turn out how I planned but I have a life! I’ve come to realise that it doesn’t matter how many illnesses you have and how many people approve of them or even how many people can stick by you despite them.. The people who count, who are truly there for you will be there and will be a contributor to the steps you take everyday; from getting..." For the full post go to www.mhstories.com ❤️ #mhlookslike
Title: "Some days a Dolphin"
Is an excerpt from my book:
Finding What's Left
_________________________ "Some days I am a shark, shape-shifting shadows beneath waves of anger I used to call memories
All teeth and no smile just rows of knives my happiness hides behind, my emotions drown my mind in bloody water
Like I am chum in a bucket
But most days I am a dolphin drifting on the edges of an ocean trying to suffocate me, depression is just another word for water mammal
All breath and no air, maybe I should have stayed a shark
Cut slits through my skin like gills so I could finally breathe
Maybe if I consumed enough of myself there may be room for happiness
I don't really sleep anymore, always trying to keep my mind above water
Always watching for predators, like my solution for sadness isn't a jagged smile
Three rows deep
They say I am intelligent and social, then why do I feel this pain behind my eyes
Why do I feel this ache in my stomach
Maybe I know it's dinner time, and I don't want people to feel the burden of my body
Maybe I have seen blood and I know where it will lead me
A dolphin's hardest time is finding the surface when they are born
Feeling air against their skin they breathe
Maybe I was born too far below the surface
Maybe the twitch I have now and then is my subconscious still kicking
Kicking towards the moment where air meets water
Maybe if I could just reach it
The weight of depression is easier to see when you live in a world
That can't save you from drowning"
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2 weeks ago I took my first ever kickboxing grading. It was one of the most nerve-wracking things I've ever done, and today I found out that all of my efforts payed off. For the past 8 months, I have been proud to be a @tekkickboxing member. Because of tek, I've pushed myself past limits I never even knew I had, both physically and mentally. I feel healthier and more confident in myself than I ever have before and it's all down to the amazing coaches and other members. Not only has tek changed my life, it has saved it. When I first joined, I was an anxious mess. Now, I'm an anxious mess who has more confidence than I could have ever imagined! I've never felt so commited to anything in my life, and tek has gotten me through some incredibly tough times. When I was at the lowest of the low, it has been the reason I even left the house. Kickboxing has given me a purpose, and I'm endlessly grateful for everything these coaches do for us.
This is only my first belt; it is only the beginning of my journey. I have a long way to go still and I'm determined not to let anything get in the way of that path ☺❤
Let go. Move on. Lighter. Free.
Sometimes we don’t know how much we don’t need things until we see them in the rear view mirror. Thoughts that don’t help us, people that don’t fit us, shame and painful memories that hold us back. Every time we let a little piece go, we make room for something else. More love, healthier thoughts, or even just some peace and quiet. #loveyourself
Hello world! I just wanted to say something about me for my new account. I'm a 25 year old girl, living a happy and healthy life in an amazing city I enjoy living in with my two dear cats. I try to balance my time with school, work, boyfriend, friends and working out. I relax by cooking, singing and cleaning and sometimes I even bake. What makes my life challenging is that I had a traumatic childhood that has caused me to have a dissociative disorder and anxiety, also I'm recovering from depression. Most of the time I'm happy and cheerful but sometimes the trauma pushes through and I have a more difficult day. Those are the times I need this place to vent. I want a place to celebrate my wins with this mess of a life and to vent when I'm feeling like a mess. Thank you for reading and you're welcome to join me in my journey to a balanced, happy life!
where I would MUCH rather be instead of cooped up in a library studying for finals on this cold november day ❄️ although I must say I have grown a lot since starting nursing school & I have 6 quarters to go... I am grateful for it and very proud of myself for getting through what I have in the last six months. 💓
Today my therapist broke up with me. And that’s a celebration. Even Chewie is pumped for me. I’ve always been open on here about the struggles I’ve had with my mental health after cancer treatment. It left me emotionally shattered, combine that with the end of a long term relationship and it was a big old mess up there.
From nightmares, to insomnia, feeling undesirable, full blown public panic attacks (which for me, are actually quite quiet), and anxiety on the daily. I had a lot to work through. Throw in some body image issues and a constant flow of new medications, and you’ll see that I needed help.
My therapist helped me find physical coping mechanisms to fight through these trials. She talked me down from the pedestal cancer put me on and allowed me to see myself as worthy of a partner again. She brought me off of my island and back into the world with everyone else.
As we sat there recently, in silence, she asked me why I was still coming. What did I need? And I couldn’t find a response worth giving. And we both knew that our time together was over, for now. That I had battled the demons preventing me from living my life, and found a way to co-exist with the ones that will never leave.
If you are drowning, you are not alone. Especially not after the trauma of cancer treatment. Of the loss that comes with it. I hope you’ll look at therapy as a way through the fog, instead of something to be ashamed of. A lot of people on here say the nicest things about my positivity, my humor, my joie de vivre, but it comes from seeking help. I hope that perhaps my therapist and I may never see each other again, although I know that’s probably not the case. But for now, I’m happy to be off the island. Hey everyone.
playing my ukulele for the first time in a while, feels good.
I used to write songs all the time.. they just used to come to me but not so much anymore.
music to me is very important a way to express love and true emotion all emotions wether it be so happy that you want to explode or so down that you just can't see the future anymore.
it's okay to feel and it's okay to express the true feelings your feeling.
real men and women no matter how strong get hurt and cry and that's okay, I wish mental health could be taken more seriously and that someone would listen when were crying out for help.
I have wrote a good few songs of my own and enjoy doing covers of other people's music so maybe leave a suggestion of song title and artist and Ill have a look and maybe give it ago might upload a singing video tomorrow
I’ve gone a bit awol on social media lately for two reasons: 1) I’m working my butt off, and 2) I’ve been spending every free moment with loved ones. (Like having some serious sibling fun time with @lfennecken, @stellarrrenee & @rcgaubert in NOLA!)
I believe I have a pretty healthy relationship with my apps, but it’s been refreshing to have a break from the constant stream of content. It wasn’t an intentional “detox.” I didn’t swear off social media. I just let it fall to the bottom of my priority list and put my energy elsewhere. 🤷🏻♀️
How are you feeling about your social media use? Is it serving your overall wellbeing? Is it harmful? Neutral? Tech is a huge part of our lives, so make sure to check in with yourself every now and again.
Incredibly honoured to be part of the @chefshands_project by photographer @joakimblockstrom in collaboration with @pilotlightcampaign 👊 an important project aiming to raise awareness of mental health issues in the hospitality industry.
It’s Monday, but inside I’m raging like it’s still Saturday night 🙌 Went for a slightly different vibe in live music this week with a @disciple takeover night 😈 Heavy music can be very therapeutic in a raw, energy-venting, cathartic way. Shoutout to everyone in my genre-hopper squad that can get down to trance as well as bass, and to the stranger who grabbed this epic #squadgoals shot for us 😝
Most importantly, shoutout to the act of stretching your boundaries and introducing diversity to your routine. Variety is the spice of life and we sure kept it spicy 🔥
When I hold the hours in my mind they burn like red hot coals.
Searing my brain with their shouting. "NOW. THIS. RUSH"
When I hold the hours, I carry every second, in every cell.
The minutes course through my veins, every one a tiny fear.
When He holds the hours I see time for what it is
A meaningless space He injects his purpose into
When He holds the hours, the cruel fate of life is transformed into the hope of eternity.
I hear his voice "Let me carry time for you" and I lay down at his feet.
When I hold the hours I am chained.
When He holds the hours I am free.
How I feel when my social anxiety kicks into full gear. Lately amongst close friends, this has been a common topic of discussion. I found it very difficult to be open about this due to so many people dismissing it, laughing it off, or not taking it seriously. Often I heard “No way, you’re so social” or “Yeah, sure, everybody has some type of anxiety nowadays.” Shyness & being an introvert is in no way the same thing as suffering from a mental health disorder. Once others accept this fact, those with anxiety won’t feel as alienated. I recently suffered a severe panic attack- the worst I’ve ever experienced, & realized I will be dealing with this for probably the rest of my life. I won’t write a long essay about this, because let’s be real, nobody wants to read a short novel on IG, but feel free to DM, call, or text if you want to ask questions or simply talk about this issue. More people suffer from this than you realize, & it’s important to try to keep an open mind. 🙃
Mental health is such a stigmatized concept. It’s easy to forget that each and every individual experiences struggles and challenges unique to their situation, circumstances and life. Although it’s often the case that people attempt to portray renditions of their “best” life, we are all struggling or suffering from something.
I’ve personally been battling with depression and anxiety issues for the last 4 years and have almost never had the courage to talk about it with friends or family. People who are suffering from mental health issues almost always think that they’d just be burdening others or that by exposing their vulnerability they are portraying themselves as weak individuals. However, this is precisely the stigma we need to change. Kindness is not weakness. Being vulnerable and honest with your flaws, short-comings and struggles is an act of strength and courage. Having the awareness to recognize where you need to improve or calling for help and asking for assistance are all acts of improvement.
So I encourage all of you to breakthrough your cognitive prisons. Reach out to a friend, a family member or even someone you’ve just met. Bare yourself, flaws and all, let them see who you truly are. If they stick around, you know you’ve found a friend for life and if they don’t? Well screw them.
It’s not easy being vulnerably honest, in fact, I’ve written out this message many times and deleted it because I wasn’t sure what people would think or what they’d say about me. I decided to let go of that fear of judgement and be honest with you all today.
If you’ve made it this far, I thank you for reading. Remember, if you don’t have any one else you believe you can speak to, message me. I’d be happy to take the time to talk to you. #mentalhealthovereverydamnthing