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Triss wanted to blog on a regular basis and I didn’t think it was age-appropriate yet for her to get a blog of her own. But I said she could be a guest blogger on mine, so this is her first post. 

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Hi guys. It’s me Triss. So now i have a question for you. so you guys know this feeling I’m sure. So lets say you guys are all in elementary school again. Now summer vacation is in June and right now its September. Later when its like June and school is being finished around the block instead of that happy feeling you expected you get a feeling that’s like upset and kinda like disappointment. I know this is a bad example but u guys understand. Still why is that feeling there? And do u guys have any tips for me? I mean I’m graduating my school in a couple of months and well the feeling is starting to seep through. Help? PLEASE?!?!?!?!

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what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder

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1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive

2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on a timer
every friendship expires sooner,
not later

3.
you hear phrases like “bootstraps”
over and over
until you wish you had some to hang
yourself with

4.
you have to learn to simultaneously
relax your muscles
and move them with determination
you have to be in control
and you have to let go
at the same time
it’s enough to drive you into
a blubbering mess

5.
music is a conduit
crying is a conduit
your dad calling is a conduit
everything becomes a conduit
for either having or not having another panic attack

6.
you learn to stop making plans
because you’ll either disappoint yourself
or someone you care about or both

7.
you accept all of it

8.
you hope someday everyone else can
accept it too

(via mirroir)

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