I don't understand the point in trying to recover. I just don't. All I'm going to do is relapse and relapse and it will all just be pointless. I feel like crape when I feel at all. I just don't see the point. How can I make recovering worth it? I cant tell my parents. I would really like to never tell them. If they wanted to know what was going on all they would heed to do is take a glance at my arms and legs. I dont hide my scars, at least not well.
Anyways, back to the issue at hand. I need advice. I need a reason to care enough to recover, or at least attempt to.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
Because we all want the world to get better, right? And how do we do that if we don't make ourselves better, first? Trust me, I know... It's a huge-ass debate in your head going "Get better, you need it" "If you listen to that voice, you're a pampered bitch like Charlie Sheen" But.. We all want the world to be better. Start at square one: Yourself.
Well. I guess that makes sense. This would be so much easier if I could care about it. Because that really is a good reason to get better and it makes sense. But I still don't care. How can I make myself care?
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
I think people care about things that mean something to them.
Maybe you could write down things that you can do when you recovered/ don't have fresh cuts. Then read the list when you are about to relapse.
You survived the abuse.
You're gonna survive the recovery.
The thing is, I'm not even in any stage of recovery, I dont think. I mean, I dd various things to myself yesterday and I'm about to do more. I just need something to push me into caring enough to stop.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
I think you have to want to recover. If you don't want to, then obviously you wouldn't see the point.. else you would want to.
If you want to stop that does mean that you wan't to recover. Think about why you want to stop that and that's the reason for trying to recover. The point is to be at a point where you're happier with your situation.
Remember, one day free is still good. Everyone has to be at that stage at some point.
There will always be a happy ending. If its not happy then its not yet the end.
Thank you. Um, are there any ways short of medicine and sh that I can help my self to feel? As in emotionally? I just feel so out of it all the time. Like I'm living in a daze.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
I cant do therapy. I haven't told anyone anything, so that's not an option. Ill just maybe work on letting myself share my feelings with those around me. I tend ti keep a blank facial expression because I don't like others to know what I think, unless I'm voicing my opinion of course ;) , but ill work on that.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
at first i started wanting to quit for external things (my family, being able to wear what i wanted, etc.)... later on my reasons were much stronger. internal things. i realized that stopping would build my self confidence and self esteem. it would give me some motivation and courage to do other things that i wanted to. i would hate/resent myself much less. i would be able to prove to myself that i have self control in a positive way (as opposed to not eating, etc.).
this is my magical medicine cabinet. Left to right they contain: courage, hope, calmness, and strength.
The magical part: They NEVER run out, so borrow some any time you want.
Yeah I understand that. I think its important for people to want to get better for themselves. I think they're more likely to succeed that way.
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. - 11th Doctor
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a whisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way. (Vincent van Gogh)
