My counselor suggested that I imagine my anxiety as a monster, and to imagine myself chasing it around, kicking it, stomping on it, etc. whenever I’m defying it. It’s been very helpful.
Probably the worst types of people are the ones that shut you down to make themselves look cooler than you, for example if you get excited and squeal and they’re like “woah what was that..” or if you talk loudly because you’re passionate about something and they say “relax dude wow” and then give a look… Like fuck off stop trying to act so cool and collected. You don’t seem more mature you just seem fucking boring and monotonously placid.
a public service announcement
You will only end up with mud on your palette and tears on your face
and i thought only bob ross knew what was up
this single post is more useful to me then four years of art school
i don’t and never will see suicide as romantic.
People associate romance and tragedy as one in the same sometimes and the fact of the matter is…they aren’t the same.
Man gets a hard-on at the worst possible moment
mickey’s dick smasher is here
self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything
So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?
Why don’t poor people just buy more money?