woah i just accidentally reblogged hitting r on my keyboard


omg woah anyone else got their mind blown

so good wow

you know that “j” goes to the next post, “k” goes to the post before, shift+”r” reblogs and shift+”e” adds it to the queue 



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Hey, things are getting worse and worse

if your child has an anxiety attack and says she wants to die, she is not seeking attention …


recovery in a nutshell.

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Why do they hate you? Why're you going to hell? (I don't think either of those statements are true)

they sure seem like they hate me, I’m awful. My dad started yelling at me for being in the shower when he came home from grocery shopping, so out of the blue he said “get a job”. I’m 17 and had a job but I quit because my anxiety was so high from it it was making me sick, and now my parents agreed that in place of a job I could volenteer. I was so mad at him for saying that again and replied, “you get one first” … now he hates me. And I’m feeling super low and upset …


Recovery is a conscious choice. It’s not something brought about by repeat hospital visits and pills and forced therapy sessions. Those things only supplement it. But what recovery really is is a conscious choice to wake up tomorrow and want to live. It’s a choice to drive across a bridge and not want to jump into the water, but to admire the view.
Megan on choosing recovery (via expresswithsilence)

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‘I tried bulimia once.’

There’s nothing quite as lovely as a thoughtful message from someone who understands:

     ’Sorry you’re going through this, I tried bulimia once and it sucked.’

Bulimia does suck.  The sky is also blue, and the world round.

But darling, you did not try bulimia once.

Forgive me if I’m callous, but I can’t dig up much sympathy for someone who believes gagging once and deciding it’s icky is ’bulimia’.  Sure, it’s never a good thing to try to make yourself sick, unless you’ve just been poisoned.  And thinking purging is a viable option isn’t exactly healthy.

But sticking your fingers down your throat and coughing and then going OH MY GOD EW is not bulimia.  Fasting for a day and then ‘fainting’ in the hallway is not anorexia.  And ‘getting so desperate I seriously considered anorexia or bulimia’ isn’t an eating disorder. 

Bulimia is a speeding train with no brakes, bingeing and purging and bingeing and purging no matter how broke you are or how disgusting the food is or what you should be doing.  It’s gorging until you can barely stand, puking until you bleed, and the city could burn to the ground and when it was over you’d still be standing in the ashes, bingeing and purging.

Anorexia is a wall of blue-gray ice, a miswired translation code that turns appetite into disgust, a terror you don’t understand, a fear so real you can see it and hear it and kiss it goodnight, an illogical logic that rewrites everything and you know you need to eat and maybe you even really want to eat but you just can’t because if you did everything would fall apart.

Desperation is digging through the garbage for nothing-something-anything to stuff in your face because you have to binge and purge right now.  Desperation is standing frozen in the aisle of the grocery store for minutes/hours/years, and then buying the same calorie-free crap you always buy because you can’t eat it if it’s not safe.  Desperation is swallowing laxatives like normal people swallow candy, just because you have to be empty.

And you can’t ’consider anorexia and bulimia’, as though they were for sale at the pharmacy between agoraphobia and cyclothymia. 

You didn’t ‘try bulimia once’.

It’s not a diet, and it’s not a choice.


Even attempting recovery is brave. You got this, tiny soldier.

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Anyone have any quotes, ideas, ect. for my recovery shop!

You will be credited for your ideas on the shop, and on my blog! … I am also happy to do custom orders! the shop, once again is 

Hope you like it!

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