(Source: doesnteverybodywanttofallinlove)
Yesterday morning, a girl left my first period class because she wasn’t feeling well. She went home and apparently she had thrown up that morning. Ever since then, I can’t get the though of her and her germs out of my head. I know that I would have gotten sick already if she had contaminated me…
With a variety of mental health problems, we’ll feel this need to find meaning or purpose or motivation or happiness, but that just creates barriers and only deepens our problems, and only leads to more anxiety and depression.
Often, what creates the barriers is how we invent and attribute meaning to things that don’t have that meaning. I did this in the past when I was convinced that life was only meaningful if I was doing specific things or getting specific things. But that created a trap for myself because it logically meant that if I wasn’t doing those things or getting those things, then life wasn’t meaningful. And my ideas of what constituted meaningful things were entirely arbitrary, incredibly limited, and limiting.
I describe it as searching for a drop of water in the ocean. For years I was in the ocean, flailing around, looking for a drop of water, when not only could I have so much more than a drop, but I already had so much more. It was only my judgements that were constantly getting in the way of me realizing it.
- Mark
I can’t sleep.
I want to.
I just can’t.
I’d give anything for a normal brain. One that doesn’t over think or assume the worst.I’m just lying here…broken.



