Bad, Fucking, and Future: counsellorsuggestion
stop insulting yourself. it doesn't help.
But what if it's true
it still doesn't help. you can call yourself as many
names as you want, but it won't make you a better,
happier, healthier or kinder person.
punishment doesn't work. only positive reinforcement
does. be kind to yourself and get better
#but like#what should i do instead??#i know i shouldnt
insult myself but also theres nothing to compliment
imho#thats my predicament
try speaking neutrally about yourself!
you fucking idi- it's not that big a mistake.
you're worthle-it's okay."
you'll never amount to-well, i'm doing alright, i guess."
ever heard the phrase "if you can't say anything nice,
don't say anything at all"? that applies not to just
to others but to yourself as well. it's better to think
neutrally or not at all than negatively. and once you've
got into the habit of that, it's much easier to move to
this is EXTREMELY hard to do when you hate yourself
Cause it's like, there's these two separate people in my
head and one of then hates the other SOMUCH that
given the chance, it would kill the other, literally murder
but it can't
so it just HAS to say as many bad things as it can cause
it's the only outlet
I see where you're coming from, but it is extremely hard.
Of course it's hard
If it was easy we wouldn't need to do it.
If it was easy we wouldn't be giving people tips on how
to do it.
If it was easy we wouldn't be struggling with the
monsters in our minds, day in and day out
Why wouldn't it be hard?
That's WHY we have to try. That's WHY we have to keep
fighting. That's WHY you keep pushing and working with
it. Because if you do, it gets a little easier. If you do, you
path the way for your future self, if you do, you start to
see why we have to do it.
Of course its hard.
Do you know how long I've hated myself? Do you know
how hard it was to start doing this? Do you know how
hard it was to put down the knife and the pills and pick
up the phone, pick up my soul, three separate times in
six years? Do you know how many more times I had to
lock myself away to try and fight off the demons and
Of course it's fucking hard. But that's not a reason to
give up. That's the reason to keep fighting.
If it wasn't hard, we wouldn't be ill
If it wasn't hard, we wouldn't be tired
If it wasn't hard, we'd all do it.
But hard isn't an excuse. It isn't a reason.
It's why we have to try
I hated myself for twenty fucking years. I am finally
starting to like myself. I'm finally starting to be able to
pick up myself and go "no, this isn't a big deal, I can
So of course I see where you're coming from-you're
coming from where I was, two years ago, three years
ago, four years ago, five, six, seven, eight years ago.
And that's why I reblogged this. That's why I believe in
this. Because honestly? No matter how much that little
voice says "you're worthless", you can keep saying "Tm
all right, i guess." and eventually, that starts to work. And
it can take months, it can take years, but fucking hell it
works. Because you find these teeny tiny reasons to live,
to find worth, to enjoy yourself
You find reasons to breathe and reasons to get the rest
of the help you need.
Of course it's hard.
If it was easy, it wouldn't be calling "battling mental
illness", after all
Its a direct order, soldier.