#you’re worth it

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[thatsbelievable]

[harry-styles-obsessed]

You are enough.

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of mental health? I’ve been struggling recently and your stories brought me out of the darkness in some way or another so if possible? Thank you!

A/N: hey anonymous, thank you so much for the request. I understand how difficult mental health is. I’m so glad my stories have been able to do that. I’m sending you all the love and I hope this is okay. Remember you’re not alone. My DM’s are always open. Much love, Amber x

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, pretty dark topics, panic attack, self hate, depression&anxiety- please read at your own discretion.

Mental health was a beast no one could tame. Depression, anxiety and so many more… it was almost torturous. As if the demons within your head created a pact together and decided it would be fun to torment you. It was never ending and to be quite frank it was exhausting. You sometimes felt as if no one understood you. It was so tiring. It felt as if the soothing words that were repeated over and over again became less soothing every time. As if the demons within you were becoming more tolerant to the words, to the comfort, as if they were slowly beginning to drown you. Harry, your boyfriend of 3 years even paid for you to get therapy… out of his own love and own money which you felt terrible for but he assured you it was for the best. The therapy was going well for a while but then it started becoming repetitive… you struggled talking and when you couldn’t talk and felt the pain wrap it’s cold loathsome hands around your throat constricting your breathing you simply couldn’t and wouldn’t talk.

That day was going awfully- first you encountered an ex friend whom you were not on good terms with, next you were caught in a flood of rain absolutely drenched and the cherry on the top was the fact when you walked inside your apartment it was empty. Cold. Sad. No one to wrap their arms around you. No Harry. No nobody. Just you and your confused uncontrollable emotions. You felt like such a waste of a human being.. no… you were a waste of a human being. You were meant to go to your weekly therapy session but you were exhausted, harry was out recording songs for his new album and you were just here wasting your life away. It felt as if everyone was accomplishing something… all except you. You dropped your bag onto the floor slowly moving towards your bedroom, the door hitting against the wall as you sniffled. You tried desperately to not cry. To not be weak but you couldn’t control the anger and resentment you felt… and not because of anyone… no… simply because of yourself. You hated yourself and didn’t know how to control the feelings flooding your blood stream. Your body sank into the bed, wet clothes still clinging to your skin as you curled up in a ball closing your eyes tightly as soft sobs began leaving your lips until the crying turned into little whimpers those whimpers turning silent too as you managed to somehow cry yourself to sleep. Everything was going so well… so damn well… and you just had to go ahead and ruin it. Harry would tell you it wasn’t your fault and you were being too harsh on yourself but he wasn’t there to soothe you… you couldn’t bear to even think good things about yourself. You were broken.

Harry had spent most of his day recording, he wanted to release new good songs and he knew the fans craved new songs. The recording went really well everything was coming together and he was quite proud of it however he had a horrible gut feeling that he simply could not shake. He knew what you went through and you were always his top priority no matter what, of course concerts mattered and performing for his fans was also his priority but you would always come first. If you needed him he would be right there to support you. He knew you quite well he knew how the simplicity of a hateful comment on social media could send you spiralling and so that’s why he made sure you got rid of social media, he didn’t want to be possessive or controlling but he didn’t want to see you go through the brainwashing factor of all the hateful comments, the comments that stripped you of your self love… you hated yourself and Harry had to do a whole lot to make you love yourself again and he wasn’t gonna let some child mess up your mental health. Most of the comments came from jealous 11 year olds who had no clue what the hell they were doing, it was harmful. Harry remembered the time when hate comments got the best of him too… but he built a tough skin, a wall around himself that protected him from any hate.. he knew how to cope with it but you… you just needed a tad bit more of TLC and he was more than willing to be that person to remind you that you are enough.

“Babe I’m home!” He called his voice echoing off the walls as he quietly shut the front door his ring adorned fingers lightly twisting the lock on the door to make sure they wouldn’t get any visitors. Stalkers most definitely weren’t a shock to Harry. “Baby?” He called once again his concern growing more as he slowly walked into your room his frame pausing as he saw you, your frail body laying weakly on the bed. He let out a soft sigh just glad you were okay before he took slow steps towards where you lay. He slowly sat down beside you on the edge of the bed his hand gently resting upon your shoulder his hand rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently his fingertips slowly drawing patterns “y/n?” He whispered out as he slowly laid down beside you his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close, and once he saw the way your eyelids fluttered every so slightly he let out a sigh as he gently caressed his hand over your face brushing some hair off of your forehead so he could look clearly into your tired puffy eyes, he knew you should be at your therapy session now but he didn’t bring that up… he knew not to. He knew you were having a mental crisis but that was okay. “What happened?” He asked simply and quietly “I-it doesn’t matter…” your voice was tired and weak his expression turning more stern as he gave you a disapproving but soft look “don’t say that. Of course it matters.” He murmured softly his lips gently pressing against your forehead as he pulled you closer to his body. “You matter, y/n… I don’t want you hiding your emotions from me. You matter, so therefore your feelings matter. C’mon. Talk.” He urged gently he knew when you got like this it took a while to coax it out of you but he had become petty expert at understanding you and understanding what helped knock you out of it. “I don’t wanna.” You whispered into his ear and he nodded, his fingertips gently soothing against your skin “okay. We don’t have to. But I’m gonna stay with you until you want to talk alright?” He said and for the first time you nodded slightly proving you wanted that and that you didn’t want to be alone.

His grip on you loosened ever so slightly as he sat up again scooting backwards so he was propped up on a couple of pillows his back resting against the headboard “c’mon sweetheart, cuddle time.” He murmured giving you a small smile his arms opening wide for you a soft little breath leaving your lips as you lugged your tired body up clambering on top of him, legs straddling either side of him before you leaned into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly and securely making sure you felt safe and sound as you practically melted into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut. “Want to watch a movie? Series? Marvel? Harry Potter? Stranger things? Back to the future?” He named all things you had both watched together at some point. You shook your head remaining nonverbal but he didn’t mind, he knew you needed him and he was going to be right there for you. Your head which rested upon his chest listened to the way his heart thumped rhythmically against his chest, so calmly, so warmly…. So peacefully. “Cartoons” the word soon left your lips as he gazed down at you a small smile tugging at his beautiful lips “alright.” He said simply, not judging one bit, cartoons were comforting in some aspects especially when you were going through a tough time. He put on your favourite cartoon before dropping the remote back down next to him his arm wrapping around you once again as he let out a soft sigh “I’ve got you… I’m right here… never leaving you.” He spoke softly as he pressed a little kiss to the top of your head.

The cartoon soon became a slight murmur in the background as tears blurred your vision a little sniffle coming from you “I’m sorry, H” you whispered meekly, he didn’t respond- simply wanting you to get whatever was on your mind out. “I-I…” you swallowed harshly unable to say it worried he’d be embarrassed of you, worried he would be disappointed. He knew the sound of your voice all too well, the way your eyes were full of worry “you hurt yourself didn’t you?” He asked and the tears that cascaded down your cheeks were enough of an answer for him a soft sigh leaving his lips as he held you tighter more protectively “oh darling… it’s okay..” he whispered quietly your breathing becoming heavier your heart racing so much so it was starting to hurt “I-I’m so sorry harry… I don’t know why I did it it was stupid… I- i was clean for so many days and now I go ruin it like a fucking idiot! I’m so stupid!” Your voice raised more with anger “hey hey hey… look at me.” Harry demanded his hand gently caressing against your chin as he made you look at him “don’t. Don’t. You’re not stupid. Everyone has little bumps in the road… you’re allowed to stumble and fall every now and then. We all are. I’m not angry at you. I’m not disappointed. I’m not upset with you. Breathe. In for four… hold for four… out for four.” He soothed slowly and gently your breathing soon calming down again as he looked into your eyes a soft assuring smile resting upon his lips “I’m sorry… so sorry.” You said quietly and he shook his head “you’ve got no reason to be sorry…” he assured gently “but-“ he shook his head silencing you by pressing a kiss to your lips “but nothing y/n.”

His words were assuring but calming as he smiled softly at you, he was sad you had hurt yourself but he wasn’t angry. No. Not in the slightest. “Can you show me?” He asked softly but once you shook your head he knew not to push your boundaries “okay sweetheart… you don’t have to… did you cover them though? Not bleeding anymore?” And as you shook your head he let out a soft sigh “y/n, I know things are hard right now, but I need you to be vocal with me.” He urged gently and as you looked into his eyes you remembered just how much you could trust him. “Didn’t use a knife or razor” you whispered quietly “lighter” you said, a soft sad look forming on his face as he nodded “okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek “thank you for telling me… I’m proud of you.” He murmured softly. You leaned back into him your lips resting beside his ear “I don’t know why I did it… I just felt empty… sad… it seemed as if the whole world was against me today… just felt hopeless.” You whispered to him and he listened giving you his undivided attention “that’s valid. You’re allowed to feel like that. Your feelings are valid.” He comforted his hand gently sliding up the back of your T-shirt as he allowed his warm hand to caress against your skin “I love you y/n.” He said softly and gently. “Love you too Harry.” You whispered and a small smile tugged at his lips. You deserved the world and he knew that… one day he hoped he would be able to help you see yourself through his eyes.

“Tell me, would you treat somebody the way you treat yourself?” He soon asked and you looked into his eyes a small frown forming on your face “of course not.” You said and he nodded “then why do you treat yourself the way you wouldn’t treat others? Do you not believe you deserve the same amount of love others deserve because that’s not true… maybe take some of the love you have for me and give it to yourself. You need to start loving yourself… seeing yourself the way I see you.” He murmured stroking his fingertips against your cheek gently. “How do you see me?” You asked and he smiled softly “well I see a beautiful woman who doesn’t see her worth… I see a woman who’s badass but doesn’t let that full badass potential come out to play enough… I also see a scared anxious girl who doesn’t know how to express herself properly… but within that is a beautiful girl who deserves nothing but happiness. You deserve it y/n. You’re worth it y/n. You’re enough, Y/n.” He said softly and the more you gazed into his eyes the more emotional you became “tell me…” he said softly “what?” You asked softly and he smiled reassuringly “tell me. Tell me you’re enough.” He said and you looked into his eyes “I’m enough.” You said softly and he smiled “good job… now a little louder.” You repeated it again… over and over…. Until somehow it was imprinted into your mind and he wouldn’t ever stop reminding you of that small but very big factor….

You’re enough.

[katherine-ophelia]

As I sit in silence, the flowers whisper through the strands of my hair, “you’re more than what your deepest mind tells you. Embrace your flaws and stay with us for a while.”

[dev-does-doodles]

So at some point in my life, I wanted to try recreating Animal Crossing’s Animalese/Voice with Fenn!

While the design of Fenn here is a little outdated ( this was before I really finalized their design ), and the animation is a bit shoddy. I am still very proud of this.

And yes, that is my voice! I had to pronounce each letter and then mash it up to get that garbled tone. I’ll show that later!

Also, take the message to heart. I think it’s true. <3

[harrywavycurly]

Hello my loves! This is your Sunday reminder that you’re doing amazing and I’m so proud of you! It’s okay if you didn’t have a good week last week because this is a fresh start and we will have an amazing week this week! Remember it’s okay to have bad days, we all have them but don’t let them make you forget just how wonderful you’re doing and how great you are. I love each and every single one of you and I’m always here if you need me and let’s just kick this week’s ass!✨💖

[soulinkpoetry]

Just because someone thinks you’re insignificant and not worth anything, it shouldn’t alter the idea of yourself. Think of all the people who believe in you and love you. Don’t get stuck on one person’s opinion. You have given pieces of yourself and have helped too many people to be insignificant.

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[obsidiannn]

I look back to where I was a year ago, and I wish I could shake myself by the shoulders, and tell her how many wonderful things are to come. That her choice to stay here would pay off. She’d ask if I’m better, and I could tell her we get better. Is it easy? Of course not. Do we still have bad days and bad memories? Absolutely. Am I still healing from the past? I will be for a long time. But I have refound my passion for life, and continue to keep finding it. Whoever is reading this you will too. You can’t out run the past. But you can have a future. I’m no longer just coasting and scrapping thru life. I’m living it. It takes time. But It’s so worth it. Wish I could tell me from a year ago that.

[weherzit]

[unibat]

Have you ever had one of those days where you’re perfectly okay feeling like you’re pretty, despite what others may say?

You wouldn’t have caught a picture of me before 2015. Now, I’ve become okay with how I look to some. I became okay finally posting the ugliness people saw me as. I was brave to go against their thoughts and post photos of me anyway.

My outside visual to some now, is how I see myself on the inside. I am beautiful! Physical beauty may appeal more valuable to some. However, there’s a 50% chance that’s just a facade.

Internal beauty can be difficult to portray sometimes. In time, it will radiate more than what most people see on the outside. It will become timeless.

[unrepentant-thinner-part2]

[danascullysjournal]

There is no magic.

Everything is hard work.

And that may sound horrific and defeatist but it actually is the best possible fact for me because if I succeed, if it is good, if there is something made or done- I WORKED FOR IT. I did that. I made the choice and planned and sweat and cried and fought. And I made it happen. And sometimes I have to remind myself that because man. It sounds like it would be great if it just was… easy.

But no. Easy is empty. That hard work, fighting for it, winning? THAT is what makes life good.

[splendidreads]

In case you haven’t heard this lately…

You’re worth having around.

You’re worth committing to.

You’re worth appreciating.

And most importantly…

You’re worth loving.

[bb-y2k]

I don’t know who needs to hear this but I’m a lot older than a lot of my followers and mutuals so I’ve kinda been around the block a few times. Anyway all I have to say is don’t waste your time trying to make a situationship work. That person has other intentions in mind and they’re just using you as a placeholder. I know what it’s like to cling onto a relationship so bad you’ll take whatever attention and love you get from them. But let me tell you, you’re worth so much more than that and you will find someone who will make you a priority. NEVER settle for less.

[adulting-sucks]

Uh, sorry for what I'm about to dump on you. Skip if you want, nbd. Making this as...PG as I can.

I got married over five years ago, and my partner is still my best friend but I am not in love with them anymore. I'm not sure I ever was, at least, in the traditional sense because I didn't really give a shit about marriage, etc.

I've always been really open about how important I find sex to a relationship, and I expressed concern before my wedding that...well, all that had kinda died out. I mean nothing for months. No kissing. Barely a compliment. And I'm still over there forking out thousands of dollars to prove to their parents that God blesses our fucking union or whatever.

Living in sin?! Bitch, we ain't living in anything at this point. Where's the pulse?

My partner promised that they thought about it a lot, and for a tiny bit, I felt heard. I knew it was a struggle for them. I respected that.

No sex on the honeymoon. Once in the first year of marriage. They actually said to me on our one-year anniversary "it's a two-way street," and I just about killed someone right then and there.

By year five, four times, total, all initiated by me, and I feel ridiculous and ugly and unloveable. I've begged for counseling, I've been understanding of all their other shit for so long, and last week, my personal therapist told me I deserve intimacy and to feel wanted.

And I. broke. down.

How is this my fucking life? Why can't I have someone who wants me like an actual partner? My life and body are actually withering away right in front of me, and if I do anything about it, I'm the desperate, perverted asshole. I'm the bitch in any scenario. I miss when I loved myself except I can't imagine I ever did if this is what I chose.

And there's my story. That's how the "number one" relationship in my life is going.

Thank christ for the anon button.

I am so, so sorry you’re put in this situation. Sex is definitely important, even if it’s just for the emotional connection or the closeness to the person that professes to love you.

I’ve been sitting here typing and deleting cause my last relationship was a lot of this. But I also wasn’t in love with my ex, nor had I dealt with my past trauma. But, my loss of love had everything to do with the fact that I’d been cheated on for pretty much the entire relationship. But that is neither here nor there.

I know it’s hard and no one wants to be the bad person, but you deserve happiness, you deserve someone who fulfills that physical need also. You’ve dealt with this for five+ years, and now you blame yourself.

Your therapist is right. You deserve happiness. And if that happiness is with someone else, then I hope you find it. If that happiness comes back around with your current spouse, I hope you fall back in love.

I hope you realize that you are amazing, you deserve good things, and no matter what, you do have people pulling for you. I hope part of finding new love is also finding a way to love yourself. I think humans in general struggle with this concept, but I hope you find what you want and need.

I’m sorry you’re going through this, I’m sorry you feel less than what you’re worth, and my inbox is always open if you need anything.

[soulinkpoetry]

“ One man’s trash can be another man’s treasure .” Just because someone doesn’t see value in you it doesn’t mean you’re worthless.

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