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Ok. This is the first and probably only public entry I'm going to make in a long time. This isn't directed towards anyone. It's for everyone. Yes, I'm going to be ranting.
LIFE MOVES ON.
Yeah, you heard me.
Life moves on. It doesn't matter what has happened to you to make you so damned unhappy about something [or everything] - life goes on. You will heal, you will recover - but only if you LET it happen. Learn to accept things - life's too fucking short to make a fuss over every little thing.
Yes, life can be overwhelming - we all have our stories about something shitty that's happened in our lives... I know I have. But if you let the bad things dominate your life, then how will it ever get better? You don't have to be some horribly cheery optimistic freak - anyone who knows me knows I'm hugely pessimistic - but I don't dwell on things.
Dwelling makes things worse, very rarely better; dwelling makes feelings fester, makes negative thoughts and ideas formulate in your mind. It puts you in a position that you will no doubt hate - you can't be depressing and negative all the time and then wonder why no one wants to hang around you.
Now, this isn't to say that depression isn't normal - it's perfectly normal. Especially if you're young. But there are ways to make it go away, people! Plenty of ways! The easiest thing to do is to find some way to vent; talk to someone, write it down, scream, paint, find something to destroy that you won't get bitched at for... Trust me, it usually works.
And if it doesn't? The option of therapy is always there - and regardless of what people will tell you, there is NO SHAME at all in seeing a therapist. None. I went to a therapist myself for years. I'm also on antidepressants now because I am clinically depressed. I see no shame in admitting it.
There are other ways to vent that will just make things worse in the long run, too - you all know what I'm talking about. Self-injury is one, a BIG one that I've seen get more and more trendy in the past five or so years. I'm going to say this probably several times -
HURTING YOURSELF IS BAD.
It does NOT HELP. You will think it does at the time, but I can tell you from personal experiance that it won't - it will make things worse. Cutting is one that seems to have been made into a fucking trendy thing to do, and it sickens me. I used to do it - once again, I'll openly admit this [and trust me, I'm not proud of it]. It does very, very bad things to your mind. You become addicted to the feeling and it's becomes very, VERY hard to stop. You get even less stable then you were when you started because you can no longer rely on other methods to help - healthy methods.
I'm very lucky I didn't end up in the hospital, or dead. I did it for three years before I stopped for good. You don't think straight when you do it and in order to make yourself stop you usually need a friend around willing to smack the shit out of you to keep you from doing so. It's the only reason I stopped; because of my loved ones. My friend Cassandra threatened to tell my parents - I ended up doing so as a result. My friend Jeff had the habit of taking my arm when he saw the marks and SLAPPING them - when I protested, his response was, "Well, stop doing that shit then."
This goes for any type of self-injury - cutting, burning, pill-popping, ANYTHING. It isn't something that should be glorified. If you find yourself doing it, please, please get help. I've always made myself available to friends in need - and if you don't do it and know people that do, try to help them. Don't condemn them for it - that won't help a thing - just be there for them.
But back to my main point - life will go on, folks. Things will get better. You may think the world's gonna end, but I can assure you it won't. So... just don't make things harder then they should be, ok? Everything will work out somehow.
I think I'm done now. :p
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