I love this. it's confusing really, how my brain can be my most trusty ally and also my worst enemy. i have received a few very good news lately, that are huge steps towards what i really want to do with my life. yet, all i can seem to focus on are the challenges. i am consumed by self doubt and just feel like i am not capable of reaching my goals and actually live up to the expectations i have of myself. i feel stuck, and overwhelmed, and just so small. it is insanely hard to suffer from generalized anxiety when trying to reach your goals, for having faith in yourself and believing in your abilities does not usually come with the anxiety package, and the constant fight against the inner monsters becomes exhausting at times. selflove and growth is a journey and it can take time, but it's so necessary to start the journey 💌✨🦄 for all you lovely people suffering from a mental illness of some kind, start spreading your wings! positive energy is the key 💚
🖼 don't let life stop life from happening. - sheba
it's mental illness awareness month!!!
21th • often times, what makes life stop for me is my anxiety. then i'm sitting here thinking about how much i couldn't accomplish by now. but i don't allow that to beat me up. i beat myself up enough for the rest of my mistakes. i just have to take some deep breathes, recognize my anxiety of the moment, pray, and step on out there on faith. oh! and don't forget my meds.
My workout is for me. it's what makes me feel strong and empowered. it's the challenge that i crave. 😈 i have to push myself, dig deep and be mentally tough to get through sometimes. but with each workout, i learn more about myself and what i'm capable of. sure, i have aesthetic goals... but if you think that's the only reason to workout, you are so wrong. 💪🏼❤️ .
p.s. how cute is this new lvft apparel tech wear!? i was so excited for this launch & the hype is real... i'm clearly obsessed 😍
5/23/17 (art by elesa)
mood: out of it/slightly anxious.
thoughts: there's no surefire way to deal with the thoughts in your head. there are so many romanticized articles that lead people to believe that, with anxiety, or any mental illness, if you exercise, eat well, do deep breathing exercises, and get outside every day, your mental illness will magically be a lot more manageable. but, it doesn't always work out that way. symptoms of mental illnesses are a lot more complex than that. that's why my boyfriend and i are spacey most of the time, and we aren't really sure how to fix it. that's why i, and many others, are still worried to no end about scenarios that may never happen. that's why there's still depression, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, and many others. pretty thoughts don't fix what's ugly with mental illnesses. that's just a fact, and it's something that we all need to feel more comfortable talking about and realizing. even i'm guilty of thinking pretty thoughts, but we're all living proof that pretty thoughts aren't all that life is made up of.
we're living proof that struggle and fighting is what it's made up of. that's not a bad thing. who else could do it but us?
we don't for sure know where we'll end up. that's another harsh truth. but, what we all ultimately hope for is that it's a place better than where we are now. so, we stand together in hope and in basking in the little moments that take our minds away from themselves, and we live our lives to the best of our abilities, and we do a d**n good job of it (even though we feel we don't).
@asiyami_gold serving black girl happiness. 🌱✨ let's discuss depression among black women.
the following article attempts to bring awareness to black women who suffers from depression. what are your thoughts? ----------------------------------------------------------- because black people, particularly black women, experience higher rates of depression than their white female or black male counterparts but receive lower rates of adequate treatment, they remain one of the most undertreated groups in the united states. several major reasons account for high rates of depression and low rates of treatment for depression among african american women.
a lack of adequate health care can significantly contribute to low rates of treatment among african-americans, particularly african-american women. more than 20 percent of black americans are uninsured compared to fewer than 12 percent of whites, according to the department of health human services.
diane r. brown is a professor of health education of behavioral science at the rutgers school of public health and co-author of in and out of our right minds: the mental health of african-american women. her research shows a correlation between socioeconomic status and poor physical and mental health. “there’s a strong relationship between socioeconomic status and health such that people at the lower end, people in poverty tend to have poorer health and tend to have fewer resources … for dealing with the stressors of life,” brown said.
we suggest two other factors could play a major role in why we avoid emotions and see depression as normal?!? slavery has instilled this as a survival technique or mistrust of the health care system. what do you think? ----------------------------------------------------------head over to healingmindsinheels.com and subscribe so you won't miss out on these discussions. #hmih
Happy tuesday! what are your experiences with people who are living with schizophrenia?
do you know anyone who is schizophrenic?
if you have anything to say about this topic feel free to share!
Some years ago, i got into a dangerous relationship and contracted a sti, chlamydia. i went into a journey of self-doubt, self-hatred and i was hopeless in all relationships and for anything to flourish and i asked god, what i did wrong this time? what did i do to deserve this? i learnt god brought me to this dark place cause he gave me the choices freely to do things his way or my way, and of course i fell into the trap of satan and fell into the hands of satan. i asked god for forgiveness, and no matter how much i tried at the time, i could not reach god. i felt god distancing away away from me, but it was not his fault, it was my my fault for making my humanly choices. i believe for every deep and dark milestone i face, god will always be there. i only have to reach out to him and openly open my arms and bow down on my knees to ask for him into my life. i could hate the person who caused me all the pain of having following medical checkups and treatments, and especially the emotional and mental pain and self-hatred, shame and guilt that this person caused me, but i am no longer trapped in that hell-hole, i am saved by god and my almighty god will continue to protect me from these attacks from the enemy when i am weaker, away from the whispers of the devil. i could hate that person for the rest of my life, but the trap of me being all emotionally and mentally in pain to myself is far worse. and god had freed me from it all.
photo by @thicketandamore
"i hope that when you find yourself in this space, on a coffee shop couch checking off your to-do list though tear-filled eyes and eavesdropping on lovely, normal conversations of people whose lives you can’t help but envy right now, that you'll remember there is a moment coming during which you’ll know to the core of your being that you are more than enough."
this one's a little raw but it came out truly and honestly and felt so lovely to share, especially since it's still #mentalhealthawarenessmonth. so check out new my new post. link in my profile.