Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
― Unknown (via noirdunuit)

(Source: earthtojea)


i hate looking ugly the first time i meet someone like wait i can do better than this i swear

my life is a constant battle between wanting to be healthy and happy and wanting to relapse back into my old ways. old habits die hard.
― (via omlotusflower)
There is no magic cure, no making it go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.
― Wintergirls (via withaflowerinmyhair)

I think I’ve tried acting okay for so long that I have actually become it & I hate that because what if I stay okay forever & never gain the power to say no to food again. Then I will remain this way & every time I look in the mirror, I will still hate myself. I don’t wanna be okay anymore. I want the power I once had to stay skinny.


men like girls who “don’t know they are beautiful” because they are afraid that one day you will realise that you are the sun and the stars and he is nothing but a discarded plastic bag clogging up the ocean that you are

I don’t have the prettiest face for you to see, or the skinniest waist for you to hold, but I do have the biggest heart to love you with.
― ~John Green, The Fault in Our Stars  (via hopelesslywondering)

(Source: psych-facts)

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
― Jillian Medoff (via stfumadison)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)