dumbled0re:

You’re not alone, trust me.
If you’re reading this and you’ve experienced any form of depression, anxiety, sadness, suicidal thoughts/actions, self harm, addiction, eating disorders, or any other type of depression/anxiety thoughts and behaviors, I want you to know that I’ve gone through it all with you.
That’s why I want to start the You’re Not Alone Project. I have struggled with many forms of depression and anxiety for a long time now, but thankfully, I have gotten the help that I needed and I’m “cured” (I joke about that to my dad a lot).
I had absolutely no self confidence in myself whatsoever. I would look in the mirror and see what seemed to me as the most hideous, fatest person I’ve ever seen. I hated myself so much. I then felt so alone as if no one understood me. My suicidal thoughts were taking over me and I had no clue how to erase them from my mind. Maybe I didn’t want to erase them, in some odd way I found the horrible thoughts comforting, maybe it was because I was so used to them. Anyways, I resulted in cutting myself because of hurtful words from others, myself and how much I wished to be dead. I tried purging and starving but found myself enjoying food too much that I couldn’t do it. My anxiety attacks began to worsen and I found breathing normally as a problem because of my anxiety.
I confronted in my parents the second time I cut myself and I have to say that me telling them is probably the thing I am most thankful for. If I didn’t tell my parents as quickly as I did I would’ve gotten much worse than I did. Of course I cut several times after I told them but I got the help faster and was in recovery before the problem got completely out of hand.
On December 11, 2012 my parents send me to a psychiatric hospital to help me with my depression, anxiety, self harm, and low self confidence. My dad said to me that it was one of the hardest things he has had to do, but the best thing he’s ever done. 
There I sat in a room with other teenagers going through mainly all the same things that I was at the time. That was when I realized for the first time that I’m truly not alone in this situation.
I want everyone else struggling through these problems to realize that you’re not alone and that it does get better.
Once you get better, I swear it will be the best feeling in the world. I haven’t cut myself in five and a half months. I’m so proud of myself. I’m now losing weight and I lost seven pounds. I know that’s not much but I can already see the difference and I have more confidence in myself because of it.
**I don’t know how I’m going to start this You’re Not Alone Project. Maybe it will start with this post and become some national thing in a few years, I have no clue. But for now send me messages here and tell me YOUR story, I already told you mine. If you don’t have a story tell me if I inspired you or have a different aspect on depression and anxiety related issues. If you have a friend who is going through all this tell me if I inspired you to reach out for help for them or anything like that. Please, I’d love to talk to you all and help you, which is why I created this super long caption that you’re hopefully not annoyed with reading.
Just remember that I truly love you and hope for the best in you. You can do this. Depression and anxiety is a long battle but it’s truly worth fighting for, I promise.
boilingheart:

take-me-back-to-wonderland-alice:

TUMBLR PLEASE READ THIS! I NEED YOUR HELP AND I AM DESPERATE. PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU.
This beautiful girl on the left in this picture is my baby sister. She is 14yrs old. Her name is Jamie Marie Meyers, AND SHE IS MISSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She has been missing since Sunday, 04/21/2013. She is thought to be with her “boyfriend” whom is 18yrs old. His name is Matthew. We believe he’s convinced her to run away with him. We are terrified for her safety and it is unlike her to just leave without even a text. This girl is my life. She means more to me than anything else on this planet and not knowing if she’s okay is literally tearing me apart from the inside out. I want to die. PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME! I JUST WANT TO KNOW THAT MY BABY SISTER IS OKAY!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is thought to be somewhere in New York State but was last seen at her home in Spring Hill, Florida. ANY AND ALL INFORMATION REGARDING HER WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND I WOULD OWE YOU MY LIFE!!!!!!!! 
PLEASE TUMBLR, I’M BEGGING YOU, REBLOG THIS AND HELP ME FIND MY BABY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN ONE MONTH AGO! PLEASE HELP ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This doesn’t have enough notes.
COME ON PEOPLE REBLOG LIKE CRAZY I WOULD DIE IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME
Lets make this girl the most reblogged picture on tumblr

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if this isn’t on your blog i think i’m going to have a problem with you.

She is absolutely gorgeous

(Source: smile-evenwhen-yourdown)

gypsy-cactus:

florahly:

unrich:

teasedpink:

maascara:

caribbean-breezes:

guava-butter:

I don’t even care what blog type you are, this deserves to be on your blog. Praying for Boston x

Pray for Boston.

my heart is broken she did nothing and now she’s dead rip angel <3

this seriously broke my heart. she’s just an innocent little girl. my thoughts and prayers go out to her family, and everyone else involved with this tragic incident. rest easy baby girl♥

rip ♥

i don’t care that im reblogging something that isn’t rosy but this is so sad,  r.i.p gorgeous girl x

i just saw that picture, and cried. rest in peace beautiful x
flashingtoothbrushman:

porcel4inblack:

thatssootightbutthole:

rawrimkelsey:

How do I tell my parents that my little sister killed herself cause of them and society? I lost my best friend omg I can’t just reblog this like she said I’m off here for alittle while

I cried when I read this reblog this . What if this was your little sister? 

I’m crying, guys, a ten year old. 

this needs to be reblogged. She was ten.
toxicteardrops:

l-ovelynialler:

from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me. 
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.” 

Oh my. This hit hard.
sponders:

r0llerc0aster-ride:

piercethebandmerch:

cantlivewithoutlyrics:


March 2. This girl is already dead.
I will forever Reblog this



YOU REBLOG THIS NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF BLOG YOU ARE D:<

If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you

I tend to ignore the comments above but this is such an important message, let people speak, just listen. 
thatrandomguyontheinternet:

keephopeinyourheart:

Not tonight, not any freaking night. No matter what you think, you have a purpose here. Just know a stranger named Em cares about you enough to not want you to kill yourself. I love you, hold on for me each night. 

i care about you too. if i knew where you all lived i would go there, hug you until you fall asleep and in the meantime keep all knifes / pills / ropes away from you. i dont even care if i dont know you
radicaldaydream-er:

healthyinfinities:

preppy-runner:

this is important to me because my coach and his wife are there. his wife was running the marathon. my favourite runners were there as well. i even want to run at the boston marathon one day too

my coach and teammates are there too.  all the best for the runners and their families

this is my city and i have friends who ran this marathon