#myconstantcompanion

[bitsnbobsboutique]

Mad Max says: “welcome, to Masterpiece theater. Tonight we shall share the tale of “no one will give me any salmon.” “ #masterpiecetheatre #madmaxbeyondthunderdome #catsofinstagram #myconstantcompanion #kitty #orangecat https://www.instagram.com/p/CXzL97YvL6w/?utm_medium=tumblr

[iihih]

Morning portrait of my little Monster who just turned 14 last month. . #ajacknamedindie #seniorjrt #seniordog #jackrussellterrier #jackrussell #jackrussellmoments #dogsmakelifebetter #myconstantcompanion #ilovemydog https://www.instagram.com/p/CHiox6-BNAX/?igshid=c2lqyn571cql

[happiwithaneye]

#myconstantcompanion . . . . . . . . . . I've been varying degrees and kinds of sick for over a month now. It's incredibly frustrating to not be able to accomplish everything that I want to simply because my body is unhealthy. This little lady helps. She doesn't judge me if I'm coughing, throwing up, unable to see, unable to breathe, or anything. She just wants a good snuggle and I do too. ♡

[summerstarearle-blog]

The most accurate representation of my inner dialogue on the daily I've seen #NewYorkerCartoons #reallyreal #truth #LovelessVoid #MyConstantCompanion (at Washington)

[crushvintage]

S • U • N • D • A • Y ☀️ #dailybailey #myconstantcompanion #finallyawarmday☀️

[pheonixchicken]

Day 65 of 365. Drawn right after a Transformative Breath workshop at Inspire Studios. I think this is what my lungs feel like. 🌬 . . . #puffedup #blowingoutthegunk #deepbreath #breathe #transformationalbreath #mandala #seacreature #cubace #myconstantcompanion #boostthesignal #dailydrawing #drawingoftheday #illustrations #comix #cartoons #stillnotboobs #instaart #instagood #paleoartist #insideout #getpaidtomeditate #everyday #365art #365challenge #hiddenface

[kirstendentroux]

Snuggling with my husband #familydog #thedailymoose #myconstantcompanion

[zombiebananas]

Shadow Dancing

I haven’t been doing so good of late. Thats really hard for me to say. Its hard to explain to people on the outside, and I’m sure even harder for them to live with. I just want to be alone but when I am, my own thoughts torment me. Some people call it ‘the black dog’ 'the darkness’ or that 'old friend’ me I call it 'the shadow’ simply because even when you cant see it, its always there. Waiting, lurking slowly pulling you back into the dark and hapless void. Its like a murky grey tunnel with no light at the end. This is my daily struggle. Because I live with depression.

I do not like to say I have depression like its a disease you can somehow catch or that I suffer from it like I need your pity. Instead I choose to say I live with it because some days I literally have to choose to get up and live. A lot of people seem genuinely surprised when they find this out. Heres the thing, the longer you live with it the better you get at hiding it. The smiles the jokes the sarcastic banter are a good front and are easier than facing the truth and the tears. Im good but Im not oscar worthy lol I retreat within myself, find excuses to not visit or show up. I get moody and I sleep a lot. When I get like this I usually reach out for help and to often I find people are too blinded by the smiles to see I need help.

The world is getting better at accepting depression but they do not understand it. How can the world understand something when we who live with it do not even understand it. With that acceptance come those who use depression as an excuse. They cant work, they cant clean, cook or live life. Im sorry but this makes me angry. There are days when it is incredibly hard but I get up, I go to work, I study, I live my life because I will not let my shadow control me. I will not let it define who I am or when my journey ends. I do not want your pity and honestly I often don’t what your help. Well what the hell do I want you ask? Your friendship even when I knock it back I need to know I’m not alone, I need to know that the shadow isn’t right, I am loved, I do need to go on.

Weirdo xo

[vanessaaspillaga]

#myconstantcompanion

[sheeniebaby]

I find myself not caring about a lot of thing that I used to care about when I lived on my own in Philly. I don't know if it's because my circumstances have changed, but I feel like I'm losing the independent person I was a year and a half ago. I don't know if it matters much because the one true constant in my life has been this ever present loneliness. It's different than my aloneness. I've spent a lot of time by myself, I'm used to that. The loneliness is more like feeling unworthy of people's affection, hence I used to feel extremely lonely even when I was in a relationship. I wish I knew how to deal with my feelings, but they make me uncomfortable, so I bury them, until he returns, and he always returns.