There’s a really big difference

Between feeling sorry for yourself and feeling bad about yourself.

Someone who suffers from anxiety and depression who is upset and fearful that happiness and calm feelings will forever elude them, is not someone who’s just having a bad day and feeling sorry for themselves.

Depression isn’t some made up thing. It’s not something that can be fixed with “cheer up.”

We aren’t feeling sorry for ourselves, we are feeling overwhelmed with bad feelings, dark thoughts, multiple anxieties and hard times.

Maybe tough love works for some people, but it doesn’t sit well with me.

Thing n Stuff

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Name: Elise

NicknameRealName: ugh still Elise, but I guess I get called Shark, Lulu, and Baby Shark.

Birthday: August 2

Gender: Lady

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5’3”

Time Zone: Eastern.

What time and date is it there: August 31, 5:31PM

Average hours of sleep I get each night: on average, 8.

The last thing I googled: Gin Blossoms

My most used phrase(s): I do what I want.

First word that comes to mind: bed.

What I last said to a family member: Mail me a copy? (it was in response to my brother posting about an article/write up about him(Com Truise) in a magazine)

One place that makes me happy & why: my parents camp.  It’s nice to get away.

Favourite beverage(s): Coffee, diet pepsi.

The last movie I watched in the cinema: Lone Survivor

Three things I can’t live without: coffee, sleep, popcorn

Something I plan on learning: How to be happy.

A piece of advice for all my followers: don’t take too much for granted, or at least try your best not to.

You all have to listen to this song: Night Marchers-All Hits

My blog(s): This, shewritesandpagescatchflame and Snack Flag

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My heart is so so heavy over this loss.

Please, everyone who rides a bike, always wear your helmet.  

My heart is so so heavy over this loss.

Please, everyone who rides a bike, always wear your helmet.  

For anyone unaware, it saddens me to share the news @joeygetaway passed this weekend. Please keep his family in your thoughts during their time of loss.

For anyone unaware, it saddens me to share the news @joeygetaway passed this weekend. Please keep his family in your thoughts during their time of loss.

A Great Life was Lost

I don’t know how many of my friends or followers also followed Joey (twodayslater), or got to meet him the few times he came to visit me, but it saddens me to share the news of his death.

From what I can gather, Joey was killed from a cycling accident this past weekend.   I am told that he was never in any pain, and passed away in the hospital surrounded by loved ones. The more news I receive, the more I can inform you.  His sister and family have asked that friends buy and donate a bike helmet, and to always wear a helmet when you ride in honor of Joey’s life. (I will update with information of where these can be sent to).

His sister also asked that I share this news with you, noting that she would feel better knowing people who were friends with him or followed him knew of his passing.

Joey had such a light about him.  He always knew how to cheer you up and make you laugh.  He was sassy and charming, and he loved his bike so much.  I always thought of him when I heard that Kimya Dawson song with the line “Joey never met a bike that he didn’t want to ride,” how accurate.

I remember the first time we ever talked on the phone when we were first starting to get to know each other, and we found out we shared the same birthday.  Neither of us believed it at first, what a coincidence.  He even sent me a picture of his license to prove it!  We also both have a scar in one of our eye brows.  Birthday twins, eye brow scar twins, bike lovers, what a pair.

He had a good heart, and I was lucky enough that he shared that with me.  Though we never had a traditional, or even official relationship, we shared a bond and we shared love.  Visiting him was the first time I ever really traveled anywhere alone.  A long 30 hour bus ride to Minneapolis, that ended up being so so worth it.  One of my favorite experiences, in a city I hope to again visit.

Joey taught me a lot about life and love, and I’m forever grateful for the experiences we shared together.  It’s quite devastating news.  My heart goes out to his sister and the rest of his family during their time of such a tragic loss.

twodayslater joey guerra rip sweet sweet boy

Major bumming

about not passing my road test.  Lots of people say they don’t pass it on the first try.  I’ve had anxiety about the idea of taking my road test for years, it’s why I hadn’t.  And the experience was awful.  Someone ordering you what to do, and then pointing out every single thing you’re doing wrong while you’re doing it.  I don’t know. I’m not good under pressure.  I’m not really good at anything to be honest.  I’m not trying to have a pity party or anything, but I seriously lack talent of all sorts. I don’t have any skills or anything to be proud of.  I can’t even drive well.

I just feel like a failure at everything.  I’m 27 with nothing to show for it, and things have just been so miserable all around.  Is it too much to ask for things to just work out for once?

Maybe one day I’ll find something that I’m good at.