#tw: dynamite gal
Oh wait now I get what triggers are
Yeah, see, THIS is a trigger. Something that prompts a horrible flashback that makes someone go into a literal panic attack. It is NOT something that makes you slightly uncomfortable, so can we all just stop tossing that word around like it’s nothing.
thank you Wreck It Ralph
Reblogging for valuable commentary
Also, can we talk about how Felix dealt with it? He NEVER used that word again (only once in front of Ralph, never by her), there was never any talk about how she could get over it, and in their wedding they all made plans to help her with her paranoia by recognising her fears and showing she was safe by pointing guns at the window and having extra security.
A++++++ on dealing with mental issues magnificently, Wreck-It Ralph!
Will never not reblog this when I see it
I would go on forever and still never say myself.
39th Annual National Suicide Prevention Week
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September 8th - 14th, 2013
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its a love, love. hate, hate. relationship.
because i like to bring it back around every once in a while.
I haven’t cut or tried to cut since the night that Jeremy broke up with me. Well no, that’s not entirely true. I was clawing at my wrist and hitting my head on the wall when I was in Kahi Mohala after the breakup. It’s been almost a month, I think, since that incident. After being hospitalized and convincing the doctors and nurses that I can be discharged after four days, I’m already starting to wonder if it was too soon to leave. Despite my new relationship that I think I am happy with, I still have the urge to cut so desperately. Even though I haven’t but still really want to, I see this as progress being made.
Every night I have a worry, my razor blades call out to me, my wrists itching for new cuts, and blood wants to spill out.
Soooo my friend had this old photo of him on his Facebook and another friend decided to add text to it. This is the result. THE FACE HE’S MAKING THOUGH HOW DO I CAN’T
I need to repost this so more people see it. *giggles* it was supposed to just a joke with the group of us but not anymore~
The scars on her hip
reblogging because someone noticed.