I wish it wasn’t true, but life is always better half a bottle of Jack Daniel’s later.


That point in depression
You don’t want to kill yourself
Death sounds appealing.

You don’t want to harm yourself
You wouldn’t frown upon harm.

If an accident happens
It happens

It’s 9:36pm and it’s too early to go to bed but I’m choking on disappointments, loneliness, and the future, so I’d rather sleep than to feel dead.
Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.
Daniell Koepke (via erosboros)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement)