#depressionwriter

[fuschia-blue-art]

ⓢⓞⓕⓣ ⓢⓚⓔⓛⓔⓣⓞⓝ S𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 I 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚. 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙨. 𝙬𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙮. 
S𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚. 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣.
𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮. 
S𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩.
𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 
W𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚-𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙤𝙧.
𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣. 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 
𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙.
𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙. 
T𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙩. 
(W𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 T𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮, M𝙖𝙮 23𝙧𝙙, 2013.) ••••• 👈🏽 swipe < gravity edit << pre-animated edit <<< clouds no faces edit <<<< original photo originally posted on my account @cloud.loves.sky 🌈 follow me @fuschia.blue for original edits & dope aesthetix ••••• #photomanipulation #aestheticedits #depressionart #mentalhealthart #mentalhealthartist #mentalhealthadvocate #photoeditartist #depressionpoetry #depressionwriter #depressionwarrior #trippyart #trippyedits #collage #collageart #hummingbirdart #fuschiablueart #artivist #poetrycommunity #poemoftheday #artoftheday #neonart #neonartist #portraitartist #portraitoftheday #originalpoem #originalart #☁️ (at Mental Health Awareness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUrIlEQrJsz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[godslayerfrog]

it's like:

      sad but on the darker side of the moon

it's like: 

      bony claws scratching at your knees

it's like: 

      im choking in fog and the sensation of dying

      and im so goddamn sad and i want to exit out the door (for maybe a month? that'd be nice.)

       what's the solution to that, scientifically?

       how do i grant a temporary death, just as a vocotionial vacation?

       does it have to be so all or nothing?

it's like:

    dragging

      im dragging everyone down, and the worst part is i don't want to stop

it's like: 

      it's overwhelming, all consuming, to the point where feathers of fear blossom along my spinal cord, itching and aching until i want to punch something, i want to scream somewhere

it's like:

      im so sad, and i decided so long ago that i don't want to be sad no more, so why am i still so sad?

       can i ask why it's so hard again? or is that another forbidden question?

      

       hey, look, can't you see it?

       there it goes. my silvery sliver of happy i somehow left to slip out my brain, spooling and swirling onto the floor

       i think i'd give chase, but i think im too tired. 

       too sad.

       too trapped here as i am, on the darker side 

             of the moon.

[bmhpunk]

an understandable pain, a hurt heart, a vastly different time, but still the same dark.

-vanityofanadolescent

[hosperity]

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[jasperwritingdump]

Create.

Dance. Dance till the night is done and silence falls. Dance to the end of tomorrow, show the world who you are, show them who you want to be. The world doesn’t end just because you don’t want to be there anymore. We go on, the earth rotates continuously as it always has and always will for millennia. But when your dancing stops, so does the light of a billion stars looking on during your every step, every fluid movement.

Sing so that the stars will chime, and create melodious music with you. Sing so that the world hears and sits in awe, at how perfect you sound to their ears. Don’t say you aren’t perfect or that you sound horrible, because to someone, to just one soul, the sound of your voice is helping ease them so that they may rest another night without waking to nightmares.

Draw, draw the stars and the sky to show everyone. Just to prove that a simple stroke upon a canvas can warm someones heart. You need not require the approval of other, or the money for validation. Your brush strokes are your own, so show to the heavens and the people around you, the talent you have of expressing yourself.

Write... Write to express your emotion. Write to entertain other. Allow the words to flow from your hand, and onto the page before you. Write to get away, to create a universe all your own. Make that safe place a new world upon paper where a while new group of people can explore and become lost in just as you do.

Do things because you can. Do things because you want to. Do things because that’s who you are. Take a risk and don’t wait for others. You. Are. Perfect. So be that perfection. 

[fuschia-blue-art]

ｆｒｅｅ ｆａｌｌ I’m tired of fighting the thoughts that want me to believe that I have stupid ideas, or that my words don’t carry value, or that I’m a bad person. A horrible person. Who’s done horrible things. I’ve done shitty things. Made shitty choices. Made hurtful decisions out of desperation to be liked, to be loved, to feel loved. I’m tired of this uneasiness. Not knowing which is the real me. Not having a grasp on my likes and dislikes, opinions and moralities. Always shifting and floating and searching, not knowing. Yearning for the familiarity of feeling free. Free from indecision about what I’m thinking and what I have to say. I’m tired of the memory loss. The forgotten thoughts and fugue memories. Who was I back then? How did I get here? Where are the friends I used to know? The people I used to spend time with, to smile with, to go places and share spaces with. Who was I with them? I’m tired of feeling the loneliness. Feeling alone in my experiences. #𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 - O𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 15, 2020 ••••• swipe 👈🏽 #purpleandyellow pre-animated edit 👈🏽👈🏽 original image from #picsart ••••• #depression #depressionwriter #mentalhealthartists #mentalhealthartistadvocate #mentalhealthjournal #mentalhealthjourney #depressionart #depressionwarrior #freefall #memoryloss #instability #photomanipulationart #photoeditor #seattlecreative #pnwwriter #filipinawriter #lightdesign #neon #moodygrams #moodedits #surrealism #editoftheday #artoftheday #tumblrart #discoverartists #aestheticartwork #aestheticartist (at Mental Health Awareness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTiCh7dpJOm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fuschia-blue-art]

SΓICҜУ DIЯΓУ MΞSSУ ΓHIИG It’s tricky attempting to talk about depression in a matter-of-fact way. One’s own depression that is. Especially with people who don’t understand it. Phrases like, “I feel depressed” or, “it was so depressing” get thrown around willy-nilly. The experience of true depression is lost in colloquialisms. The reality of it drowns in the notion that depression is feeling sad and, you know, everyone feels that way sometimes. Not true. But how do you express the way depression dances you into the ground? You’re grapes between heavy toes of its stomping feet. How do you demonstrate the obsessive and stubborn self-deprecating thoughts that swirl and swirl and swirl and tie you down from idiosyncrasies, from the basic regularities of living? I don’t think about my depression or how it’s affected me as much these days but the thoughts and memories inevitably surface. Except now, instead of wallowing, I recall the experience of depression as something I’ve worked at shedding. I think of it and smile to myself because of how I live now. That I live in the world – present tense. But I’m a realist. I know it won’t completely go away. It comes and it goes. Depression visits regularly. But I don’t let it swallow me and spit me out into the world. I’ve learned to stand my ground. Shut it down. Tell it to fuck off. Let it run its mouth. It tries to convince me that I can’t accomplish my aspirations. That overcoming my fears is hopeless and foolish. I let it sit on my shoulder and scream in my ear. I can hear it. But I don’t listen. It lies and lies. It isn’t looking out for me. Depression doesn’t take care of you. It isn’t comforting. Or honest. Depression isn’t part of who you are. It isn’t you. It’s a thing. A sticky messy dirty thing. (Journal entry, 2013) ••••• #depressionart #mentalhealthartists #mentalhealthartistadvocate #mentalheathart #depressionartwork #depressionwriter #mentalhealthwriter #depressionaesthetic #urbanart #cityart #theblackcloud #depressionwarrior #digitalcollageartist #digitalcollages #photomanipulator #photomanipulationart #seattlecreative #pnwwriter #filipinaartist #tumblrartist #depressionrecovery (at Mental Health Awareness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTf8aXCJCGi/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fuschia-blue-art]

ｏａｓｉｓ ｈｉａｔｕｓ i’m not a tennis fan but my ears perked up when i heard on @npr that tennis champion Naomi Osaka (she defeated Serena Williams in the 2018 US Open) decided to pull out of the French Open tournament to prioritize her mental health. initially, she announced that she wouldn’t participate in press, which cost her a $15,000 fine (ridiculous!), because they caused her intense anxiety. i am sad for her that she stepped away from something she loves and am also proud of her for making the decision to take care of herself. as someone who has dealt with paralyzing anxiety and deep swells of depression, i admire her strength in not giving into societies pressures. it must have been an incredibly difficult decision to make privately and in front of the world. some might think she’s “crazy” to pull out of the tournament and risk her career, or they may be puzzled as to how the press conferences could be “that bad.” to those people, i ask for compassion and humanity. i challenge you to adjust your perspective to, “wow, i don’t understand her experience but it must be difficult and painful enough to cause her to walk away from her passion.” you don’t have to understand someone else’s plight to support them. trusting that they are making decisions that are best for their health, instead of assuming that they are too weak or “crazy”, is a huge way you can support someone with mental health issues. just listen to them, sit with them, tell them you are there for them and send them well wishes. wishing Naomi Osaka all the best. 💞 swipe > pre-animated edit >> original photo #fuschiablueart #naomiosaka #depressionawareness #anxietyawareness #mentalhealthsupport #mentalhealthmatters #collage #collageart #surrealism #surrealart #artoftheday #escapereality #oasis #vibrantcolors #pinayartist #seattleartist #sportsandmentalhealth #athletesanddepression #athletesandmentalhealth #depressionwriter #mentalhealthadvocate #originalart #originalartwork #photoeditor #digitalcollage #digitalcollageartist #collageartistoninstagram #tumblrart (at Mental Health Matters) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPmp3_XsnCd/?utm_medium=tumblr