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remember to breathe

Sourced from ‘real depression project’ on Instagram.

[ID: Pictures with white writing on purple backgrounds, first & last pictures are pink writing on purple backgrounds. Words in quotation marks are also pink.

Picture 1; ‘childhood trauma isn’t just the result of being abused. It can also be the result of…’

Picture 2; ‘Being left to “fend for yourself” when you needed safety and security’.

Picture 3; ‘Having your feelings invalidated and denied whenever your sought emotional support’.

Picture 4; ‘Being forced to “self sooth” alone and find escape from your painful reality (eg. Video games)’.

Picture 5; ‘Having to hide your true self because it wasn’t accepted by those you craved to be understood by’.

Picture 6; ‘Having your parents constantly prioritise themselves (or their work) over yourself’.

Picture 7; ‘Feeling like you have to compete/prove yourself to receive the love and attention you sought’.

Picture 8; ‘Please know you are worthy of love & compassion- don’t let your parents inability to give you this make you conclude otherwise’. /end ID]

Remember that you don't have to be drained of all your energy to finally rest. You don't have to be overwhelmed, exhausted, incapacitated or sick to finally take a break. You don't have to wait until you get worse and burn out to finally feel like you earned rest. Rest is not earned by being productive and overworking. It is a human right. It is a human need. You deserve to rest.

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

An appreciation post for all the coffees & teas I’ve lovingly consumed this year. There is something so healing about taking a small moment to enjoy a warm drink, especially when it feels like a hug in a mug. ☕️🤍