stuck in my own head too much.
On a very personal note, I cut myself from age 10 to 22. I have been diagnosed with PTSD.
I know this is a dog blog, and I promise dogs the rest of the day, but this is such an important issue, especially with the proliferation of self-harm blogs on Tumblr.
Cutting yourself doesn’t really take the pain away! It only makes it visible. And leaves more scars.
Please reblog this to promote awareness. Today is self harm awareness day. Wear orange to support the movement.
(Source: fuckingflyhigh, via livelovekawaiifans)
It’s a startling phenomenon when your favorite foods don’t make you feel better, or when you’re too depressed to eat them at all.
If you could read my mind, would you still think I was a beautiful creature?
When everything in the world seems fake, except how you feel.
Sometimes reality slips away and I have no idea what beast I really am.
This IS a good mood.
When happy feels good. (but you never know how long it will last)
I now have compassion, even for those I do not understand.
the moods of a bipolar cat