#mentalhealthmatters

225 posts
  • chiranjita 5d

    Living alone is not bad until and unless you are enjoying your own company, you are not feeling lonely & you are working on yourself and your skills.

    Being in a place where your presence is not valued, where you need to fake just to grab some attention or importance, where you need to forget about your self-respect and run behind people is SUFFOCATING. And by doing that, you are simply giving your mind slow_poison every day. And trust me, no one wants to be with a dependent person. Everyone has their own life, give them enough space. No one is here to take care of you. You can't accept yourself and you are expecting people to accept you ��������.

    "आप तब ही किसी के साथ खुश रह सकते हो,
    तब ही किसी को खुश रख सकते हो,

    जब आप खुद अपने साथ खुश रहने लगो."

    No one can heal you,
    No one can fulfill you..
    But yourself ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

    #mentalhealthmatters over everything and every single person

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    Scared of being alone!!

    No!! You are just scared of yourself.


    ©chiranjita

  • inborn_scribbler 1w

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  • nasheeda_yasmin 1w

    To every soul fighting a battle for existence, I am sorry if people heard your story and said it's normal and everyone has it, I am sorry if they comforted your broken heart by saying you will find a better person, I am so sorry if they asked you to stop getting over these small things, I am sorry if they tamed your problem as a part of growing up, I am sorry that they heard you just to reply back.
    ©nasheeda_yasmin

  • sayuriii 1w

    10th October is World Mental Health Day,
    This year (2021) the theme is -
    "Mental Health in an unequal world".


    Let's take out a few minutes everyday
    to talk to our dear ones, so that if anyone is suffering silently, they can feel a little comfort :)

  • sweedle 9w

    My anxiety sits in a corner and waits for her next dose of Xanax. She's been awake too long, the circles beneath her eyes tell a tale of her struggle. She wants to sleep to the lull of birds chirping and lie awake when the world goes quiet in the dark. I've found and lost a good number of people in my life, but she was the only one who chose to stay irrespective of the situation. Even if I pretend she doesn't exist, she lets me know she's not going anywhere. Her company thrills and disgusts me in equal proportions, I'm in love with a part of me no one likes to see. She's not my enemy, she's just a girl who wants to fall asleep with ease.

    © Sweedle

  • obscuredwords 10w

    Every smile, every laugh, every happy person has unimaginable pain beneath, just beacuse you cannot see it doesn't mean it does not exist.
    They laugh, loud and hard because they know these moments are rare, just because they have accepted their pain.
    You want them to feel that pain again and again, you become a beautiful reminder of every failure in their life, you question their happiness. You tell them they shouldn't be happy.

    But this is what you don't understand, that they have seen that part of life which was painted black, and now, they see all the colours in the sky.

    #positivevibes
    #depression #anxiety #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #love #sad #mentalillness #selfcare #ptsd #mentalhealthmatters #selflove #life #therapy #recovery #quotes #depressed #healing #motivation #stress #suicide #health #help #mindfulness #covid #pain #sadness #wellness #trauma #smile

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  • dosbambi 11w

    In life, people tend to ridicule and belittle other people's challenges and struggles, because they feel they are going through a bigger challenge, so other people should just suck it up...

    This mentality is one huge cause of mental sickness that has gotten much attention. Whether or not you understand someone's struggle and pain, don't make matters worst for them by belittling and ridiculing their pains and struggles!

    #dosbambiwrites #dosbambiinspires #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalillness #mentalhealthmatters #nigerianpoet #nigerianpoet

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    The peculiarity of our challenges
    do not make his challenge
    bigger than her challenge,
    neither does it belittle
    their struggle and pain.
    We are all at different levels!
    ©dosbambi_kingdomstar

  • _ipsita_ 14w

    I'm okay but (n̶o̶t̶) okay

    I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad.
    I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious.
    I don't like myself, but I also love who I am.
    I say I don't care, but I really do.
    I laugh alot but I'm not happy.
    I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way.
    I want to scream, but I can't.
    I want to open up my emotions, but I can't.
    I want someone by my side, but I don't have.
    I want someone who listen all these, but there's no one.
    I want to end my life, but I don't want to give up.

    I understand everyone is suffering from bad days and fighting their own battle, so i don't want to bother anyone by sharing my problems. I hate to express my emotions to anyone.

    But still sometimes I want someone to listen and understand me without judging me.
    I want someone to hug me and tell me,
    " Don't worry, I'm here with you."
    But don't want anyone who walks away saying "everything will be fine!!!".

    Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, Feel nothing at all.

    The voices in my head, that keep telling me I'm not enough, are getting louder. When they speak, it is as though Iam constantly fighting fires without the reassurance of water and yet, inside, it feels like lam slowly drowning!

    At the end,
    I'm okay but (n̶o̶t̶) okay

  • itszabefires 14w

    Sintas

    Malayo ang mararating mo
    Paniniwala ng mga athleta at manlalaro
    Hindi lang naman sa pagtakbo nasusukat ang tunay na talento
    Nahuhubog ng kurso
    Nilalaan ang buhay at oras para makabuo
    Makalimbag sa publiko
    Kasi sabi nila may Ambagan diba?
    Kung umasta para bang may karera
    Paunahan sa pila, akala'y mauubusan ng paninda
    Pamana ng lipunan ang paghusga sa pagkakaiba
    Kaya ba natutunan mong tumakbo?
    Hindi patungo sa goals mo pero palayo?
    Maraming taong nagbabakasali sa milagro
    Mayroong singko pero ang gusto ay libo!
    Magkaron man, napupunta naman sa bisyo
    Gagi Pare Shawty, Sismars, san ka patungo?

    Malayo ang mararating mo
    Sa sapatos hinihigpitan ang tali
    Hindi ang iyong sarili mula sa pagkakamali
    Ang flaws, hindi tinatanggi, kinukubli,
    Pinagsisisihan sa huli
    Yan ay tinatanggap, walang halong pagpapanggap
    Yan ang kasangga sa paghihirap, Kahit walang ganap
    Hindi lahat ng liwanag ay may kislap
    O kahit ang bahaghari ay may lungkot sa tuwing sususlyap
    Pagkat sa kahit anong bagyo, titila at huhupa rin ito
    Kahit gaano kalayo ang mararating mo
    Mapagod at magpahinga ay uso
    Sa susunod mong pagtakbo
    Alalahanin ang mga hakbang na nalampasan
    Balik-tanawin ang mga pinaghirapan
    Lahat ng yan ay gawing kalakasan
    Gawing inspirasyon para ang iba'y masaksihan
    Kung pano nagsimula ang kaunlaran
    Malayo ang mararating mo
    Kaya simulan mo
    ©itszabefires

  • sweedle 18w

    Mental health should never be taken lightly, it differs from person to person but nevertheless we all need help and attention and that extra dose of love. Do not make us feel ashamed of our feelings , just hear us and give us














    #sweedledsouza #pod #wod #farcry #repost #poetry #prose #rwu #mentalhealth #mentalhealthmatters @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    A far cry erupts from the darkest corner I own, you would call it my mind but I would say it's a well of all my fears I drown myself in every night. Nightmares roam around trying to trap me in their spells. Anxiety waits around the corner with open arms, Can anyone hear me calling out for help?

    © Sweedle

  • sweedle 18w

    How do I unfold the part of me that doesn't exist anymore?

    I lie down in bed hoping she would join me and make me whole. I wake up with fresh eyes but a vacant soul. I do not know who I am supposed to be anymore but the mirror tells me to put on my lipstick and smile,
    to wait for the phase to pass and watch myself come alive.

    © Sweedle

  • gabrielallmon 19w

    I’m not Okay

    I’m not okay
    But that’s okay
    I’m smiling on the outside
    And laughing about nothing everyday

    I’m not okay
    I’ll put on a mask and push
    It all away
    Hide all my feelings till they start to fade away

    I’m not okay
    Maybe I will be someday
    Hopefully one day i’ll find a way
    To be okay

    It’s easier to play pretend,
    Makes it easier to just blend in
    So I can be a better friend, not true

    Don’t have to worry about myself
    I can focus on somebody else
    Help them solve their problems 1 or 2

    Be there for those who need to cry and
    Be there for those who feel like dying
    Put a smile on their face and watch them rise

    Such a beautiful dream
    That I can’t ever see
    At least not today
    Since I’m not okay

    And I’ll just have to pray
    That one day I’ll be okay
    One day I’ll be okay
    But that just won’t be today

  • rev_erie 20w

    This is a prose fiction depicting the point of view of those who are dealing with their anxiety or depression. Through this platform or miraquill, I intend to make an awareness that #MentalHealthMatters, particularly in this time of pandemic where it intensifies our stress and thoughts. This will aim to make people understand that those people having difficulty needs help and support.

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    Spiel To Death

    When the chaotic isolation finally imprisoned me with no chances of breaking out, I chose and wrote -

    I shall follow death to which I am a bondage - with handcuffed hands and chained neck, I breath desires to pick.

    Along the path we're about to take, oh! death, glance upon the wreckage of my slave soul and speak to me in groaning voice,
    "are you the fallen one or are you my long lost tormentor?"

    With the sound of dragged chains, sing to me a song of despair, agony, and chaos that will turn this wreckage more to its pieces -

    Appease me hatred for hatred alone is the path of our ruins - and if, we both meet our destined place, skin my soul as if it has hidden divinity, set me to fire of pit and when my soul becomes fire alone -

    "Death, I shall be yours to own."

    ©rev_erie

  • tanishataskin 20w

    The audacity she had in her voice while slamming words of apathy for my vulnerabilities and exaggerate my flaws in public was enough to put me into the trap of social phobia.
    ©tanishataskin

  • rachanarithu 21w

    Demons of Pandemic and beyond.

    Will I ever get to see the people I love, one more time ?


    TW: Sexual Abuse, Covid, Mental Health Conditions, Death


    I remember the last time I asked this question to myself.  It was 4 years ago in a far away land where I was forcefully confined to a house during an abusive relationship. Getting physically and mentally abused by someone you trusted is an excruciating pain and to wake up the next day, to prepare food for the same person and pretend like nothing happened until it happens all over again the same evening, is just every description of hell in reality.

    Every single day the torture only increased and over the days, the question turned to a belief that, "I will not get to see anyone else, ever again". Infact if not for a universal intervention and my sister, I wouldn't have been alive to tell the tale.

    I got a second chance at life then in the form of my sister who helped me escape, get help and restart from scratch.  Yet, that incident left  long lasting impact in the form of multiple severe mental health conditions, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression, Anxiety and mild OCD.

    After changing multiple jobs, places and medications, things were finally  taking a positive turn when I landed a job that I really liked, a super supportive team, psychotherapy and also found alternate effective cure for my condition in Ayurveda. I tried to convince myself that may be just maybe, things might change. While medications and psychotherapy helped, I was supposed to stay away from triggers that would set off panic / anxiety attacks, which if gets worse could end up in me collapsing completely.  While there were many minor triggers, few major ones were good enough to start off major panic attacks, like being  in confined spaces, bound to home for prolonged periods without physically interacting with others, sounds of nadaswaram (musical instruments used in the south Indian weddings), sudden power cuts in the night and so on. I tried my best to stay away from triggers and things were actually getting better.


    Then Covid happened, I was confined to my home in the city, isolated into one of my worst triggers.  With the help of some  very  generous friends, I survived last lockdown, where I had multiple panic attacks and hospitalizations since I lost consciousness as a consequence. 

    This year lockdown is even worse, cases are rising like hell and people  I know or people in general are dying on a daily basis.  Amidst all this asking friends to come over for even emergency makes me feel guilty, can't visit hospitals as they are over occupied already with Covid cases and so on.


    Nights and darkness come along with horrible memories of the past, nightmares brings back vivid details of the trauma that happened, time crawls by in the night, where I stay awake counting seconds till the morning rays strike through my window, assuring some level of safety and may be just may be few minutes of uninterrupted sleep.


    Along with all that,  I haven't seen my mother or grandparents since February 2020, my sister or my brother since before that and by the way things are going on, I don't know if we will ever get to see each other in person anymore. I live in constant anxiety of something happening to my mother who is yet waiting to getting to get her slot for vaccination, my grandparents who can't be vaccinated due to co-morbidities,  because of which, me travelling all the way to them without getting vaccinated can be risky too. I have no freaking clue what will happen if I go down with Covid despite every possible precautions taken.


    The anxiety of all these uncertainties and constant triggers are literally disabling, physically and mentally.

    Everyday I hope that all of us sail through this and live to tell the tale but as the days pass by, the hopes are hammered and lights at the end of the tunnel seems like a mirage. Each day getting out of bed, doing things that a normal person could do without actually even thinking is a battle for me within myself.


    Yet I try my best to breathe through, one second to another, determined to fight back as far as I can. 


    I acknowledge the privilege I have of having a home to sleep, or not being currently in an abusive household,  and am grateful for all that. I am writing this to just let out that despite the privileges, the outward appearances, the shield of projections, many people hold onto, they might be fighting unimaginably deadly demons.

    If you are one who is fighting these battles for whatsoever reasons, your pain is valid as much as all the  collective grief around. Do not feel guilty for feeling pain.


    Breathe. Hold On. One second to another.


    "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about"

    ©rachanarithu

  • ch3lledap0et 21w

    "Generational Pain" | @ch3lledap0et | www.instagram.com/ch3lledap0et | © ch3lledap0et

    Heaviness of boulders
    Block my path
    Living Ghosts
    Of troubled past
    Frequent visits
    Struggles within
    Poor Pompeii eyes
    Too, Fall victim
    They don't deserve
    To live like this
    My demons have cycled
    Stolen innocence

    #mentalhealthmatters #difficultdecisions #motherswithbpd #children #bpd #breakthecycle

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  • ch3lledap0et 21w

    The Uninvited Guest Returns....

    She's here again,
    Came back for a visit,
    unannounced
    I thought I told her
    she was no longer invited back
    Took me weeks to get the courage
    to walk her out the door
    last time

    She doesn't care
    She wants me in my bed
    Drowning in my miseries
    She loves playing games with my mind
    Convinces me I am worthy of NOTHING

    Last time it took:
    Prayers,
    Sage,
    Empty glasses of wine,
    Journal pages filled with despair,
    And
    Too many damn tears
    Before she let me go
    I found it in me to fly again
    Though my wings trembled every step of the way
    I told myself to never look back

    Damn,
    I hate it when she comes
    I never know how long she'll stay

    She whispers sweet nothings like
    "You'll never amount to anything"
    Piercing sharply into my mind
    Until it is the only truth that exists
    She is so convincing
    Convincing enough
    That i
    Believe her everytime

    She convinces me that my bed is the only thing that will ever love me
    And so
    I'd rather stay here a couple days
    Make my kids fend for themselves
    "They're old enough anyway"
    She whispers
    "See how no one really needs you?"
    She reminds me of all the times I've fcuked up
    And all the more I am destined to...
    Tells me how I will never amount to anything

    Slowly the dishes pile up in the kitchen
    Laundry overflows,
    I try to will myself out of bed
    But I get glued to its arms
    It holds me
    As the world around me falls apart
    I stop doing my homework
    My kids fighting gets worse
    I'm getting calls from my sons school
    My negativity is rubbing off
    The children are wreaking havoc
    I no longer have the energy to
    Play referee
    I do not even have the energy
    To be me

    She is the toxic relationship
    I spent years attempting to survive
    If I've left her once
    I've left her a million times

    I do not want to continue living my life
    In fear of my own shadow
    I thought id healed these parts of me
    Yet she always manages to return

    Depression is a b!tch
    I hate it when she comes to visit
    The best I can do is write it out
    Hold on tight
    And
    Let the wave pass through
    I WILL make it another night
    If I just hold on tight
    I can make it
    another night


    ©ch3lledap0et

  • thisismg 23w

    I have a bottle.
    A bottle of emotions.
    This bottle is closed, hard to open.
    But when it's open.
    Everything spills.

    Andd it's so much harder to close again.
    ©thisismg

  • viviella 25w

    Is it still sarcasm

    Yes, sarcasm is sweet,
    Yes, it is humourous,
    Yes, it lightens the mood.

    What happens when others become bullied?
    Their opinions silenced,
    Their voices shut off

    What happens
    When they wallow in fear of you?
    Of your taunting?
    Of your brutal words hunting them in their sleep?

    Is it still sarcasm?
    Are you still lightening moods?
    Or are you murdering someone?
    ©viviella

  • kidsarol129 26w

    You shouldn’t say YES always.
    Be vigilant; guard your mental health at all cost, not everyone has the same heart like yours. ❤

    #sayno #spreadawareness #mentalhealthmatters #qouteforyou #motivation #lifeexperience #wideawake

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    You can’t be nice always,
    that’s why people take advantage of you.
    Learn to say no!

    ©kidsarol129