All posts filed under: anxiety

Fuck Depression, Anxiety, and Panic

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
Thats right people.  Join me right now and just scream “FUCK!!!!!” at the top of your lungs! Life is short.  We only have one.  And yet here we are, lost in our minds.  Lost in misery.  Lost in everything that could have been, should have been, could be, and should be. But I’m done.   You should be done too. Depression my dear, look at you.  All old, withered, and miserable.   Well you know what, Im gonna give you the biggest bitch slap you stupid cunt! Thats right people!   Me, and you.  We are better than this.  Were above this.   Depression is us keeping ourselves down due to things that have happened to us.  Maybe it was being bullied as children.   Or maybe you have lost a loved one.  Or have been raped, or any other horrible thing or things out there!  But one thing is for sure:  Giving in to depression is admitting defeat to the past and present.  Its giving even…

Learning To Live Life (Which Is Actually Insanely Hard To Do)

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
? So I had a real shit weekend.  In that weekend I re-recognised something I had forgotten recently.  Your pain and your suffering means nothing to anyone else.   (Well, if you’re fortunate enough to have a close family, a spouse who loves you, or VERY good close and REAL friends theres an exception)  However, if you’re reading this blog Im guessing you’re probably in the same boat as me and you don’t have any of that. So before we go any further we need to let that sink in: Very Little In Life Has Meaning, And Very Few People Will Ever Care About You.  ? Especially in our modern age of excess we live in.  Capitalism has ruined our brains turning us into consumers rather than humans.  According to our society, togetherness no longer means anything.  Now happiness is found in that shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch that will make you look sexy.  That BMW that will make you look wealthy, That new I-Phone that will…

Staying Happy When You’re Feeling Down

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
Now look….obviously, I try to keep my blog high-brow (cough cough)…. ok, I do swear a lot, and Im pretty sure Ive talked about quite a few racy topics, but anyways in general my blog is more than just stupid pictures that make people laugh…. having said that, there is no shame in doing WHATEVER you have to do to make yourself happy when you start feeling depressed or stressed or sad. So, lets blatantly, shamelessly, and whole-heartedly allow ourselves to be happy right now , sound good?  Don’t judge me and I won’t judge you.  Deal?  Sweet! For starers, a good animal picture ALWAYS makes you happy.  I don’t care what you say, or how many allergies you have to whatever animal you have allergies to.  Animals are fucking hilarious. ? Homeowners drove home to find their dog stuck in a shrub…..with clearly no place to go. ? ? This is clearly how the creators of Lost wrote the script: ? ? ? Still not feeling…

My Early Quarter Life Crisis

How old do you have to be to have a quarter life crisis? Is it possible to have a quarter life crisis when you’re not even in the quarter of you life? What can you do to make sure that when you are ready to move onto the next stage of your life you won’t regret not doing more?

A Life Divided (Or, The Struggle Between Living Life and Thriving Life)

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
So, I have this problem and I bet a lot of you can relate.  The struggle is this: There are 2 me’s.  There is the Me I want to be, and the Me I don’t want to be….but somehow am so socially retarded that I can’t even be. Let me be more clear: THE ME I WANT TO BE: I have always wanted to make a huge impact in this world.  I have always wanted to have adventure, and love, and have my voice be heard.  I really want to try to change the way the world works because it just seems so shitty right now. THE ME I CANT EVEN BE BECAUSE IM SUCH A MESS: I want friends.  I want to have people to hang out with and to be able to sleep without laying in bed for 2 hours tossing and turning and thinking nonstop.  I want to understand what its like to have a social life. So heres what happens: I try to…