The 10 Stupidest Things You Can Say To A Depressed Person

Food for thought…

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1. “Just go outside more!”

Right, because going outside is the easiest part of any depressed person’s day, and the only thing stopping them from going for a light frolic through the local park is the fact that no one has told them how awesome it was! The thing is, a huge part of depression is not being able to navigate the world in the way you used to, and there is a good chance that they are trying desperately just to make it out to get basic food supplies if they are at a low point of an episode. It’s not that they don’t know how good fresh air feels, it’s that they can’t force themselves to do it without having a minor breakdown.

2. “You need more exercise.”

Everyone needs more exercise, and it can certainly help a lot of people with temporary bouts of sadness, but someone…

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33 Signs You’re Way Too Old To Be Going Out This Hard

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1. You feel like you’re coated in a permanent lining of dried sweat and whiskey.

2. The very mention of “shots” makes you want to hire your own personal security detail.

3. You’ve crossed paths with a particular bouncer with such frequency, you’ve started to wonder, with incredible detail, what his life outside his job is like.

4. Hangovers have taken on the mantra of the girlfriend who’s around so often, it really doesn’t make sense not to move in.

5. Every upbeat song making the current radio rounds is somewhat familiar, though you don’t have the slightest clue who all these “going out” songs are by.

6. You’ve slept on enough random couches to have penned an Anthony Bourdain-esque adventure book.

7. You haven’t bought new clothes in 2 months, but your checking account looks like the body of Archduke Franz Ferdinand immediately after hanging out with Gavrilo Princip.

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Euphoria

I love the feeling of euphoria. When you’re so lifted that nothing matters at all. The worst part about the addiction is feeling unhappy when you’re not getting your fix. People can be addicted to literally anything that makes them feel good. Everyone likes to feel good and everyone has their own way of reaching that feel-good happiness.

Some like the way they feel and hate the way they act. Some like everything about it. If you have an addictive personality, which in turn could really just mean you are a person who craves zest in life, you can easily become overcome by anything sinful. Or not so sinful.

I’m starting a new paragraph in a new chapter of a new book I’m living. It’s the new me living in a new city doing new things. Be prepared because I’m really unsure what’s to come. I think that’s exciting but it makes me anxious at the same time. Time to become the best version of myself.

Sleep easy.

24 Ways To Be A Better Person

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1. Look at yourself in the mirror every morning before you go out the door and give yourself at least one compliment that you actually believe — even if it has nothing to do with your body. Even “Your sweater looks nice today!” will work.

2. Give friends real, squeezy hugs when you greet them and tell them that you’re happy to see them.

3. Make an effort to be especially polite and kind to people you talk to throughout the day for mundane, work-or-errand-oriented things. Try to make the interaction as pleasant as possible, even if the content is boring.

4. Speak clearly and articulately when you want to get a point across, making sure to illuminate your ideas well. If it seems like someone is not understanding what you’re saying, try and help them understand in a kind way, without making them feel like they’re stupid for not…

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10 Things Only You Can Give Yourself

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1. The feeling of being truly healthy. If you are eating terrible food and not moving enough, or exhausting yourself drinking until three AM four nights a week, only you really know it. And even if someone touches your body and says it is beautiful, only you know if you are really treating it well. Being told you look slim or your skin is glowing is not a replacement for actually treating your body with respect.

2. Confidence to ask for what you deserve in a relationship, whether platonic or romantic. Perhaps someone will just happen to treat you well, but if you are not ready to demand it, you can never expect to find it in your relationships. And if you don’t feel that you are fundamentally worthy of being treated with respect and compassion, no one is going to convince you that you are.

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Wounded Heart

It’s amazing what warmer weather and sunshine can do for your soul. I’ve actually never enjoyed the static radio coming from the motorcycles passing by as much as I do today. Do you ever wonder if everyone else is struggling as much as you are? I mean, obviously there are people who have it so much worse than I do. I still wonder why I hurt so much.

Having a breakdown can be very healing. It’s the events that lead up to the breakdown that leave you feeling wounded. Anxiety is a bitch. Sometimes I feel like I’m making progess; I’m leaving this rut I’ve been stuck in. Sometimes I feel like I’m taking a step back. Keep pushing.

You can’t fix people. You an hardly fix yourself. I’ve come across people who lack so much self respect that they can’t treat anyone humanly. And sometimes there’s people that I just want to SHAKE.

I think the worst kind of emotion is when you’re so angry and upset that you lose control. This is a breakdown. Uncontrollable tears. Some people might call it an “ugly cry”. They say that tears are cleansing and I believe that. I think you know you’ve had a good cry when you feel tired afterwards and the heaviness in your heart has lifted, even if only momentarily. Moments like this are sobering.

I’ve become open to new ideas and opinions, more so than if I would have never moved away from my home. I’m still very true to myself. I’m ready for change. I’ve always needed change. I’ll always need change. If you ask anyone what they want out of life I think most of them would tell you that they want to be happy. I want that, too. I want to be able to rise after every fall.

My God is a God of peace. That’s all I can ever need.

A Collection Of My Favorite One-Liners From Thought Catalog Writers

Good words by good people.

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Before I started writing on Thought Catalog, I was an avid reader and I continue to be as much as I can. I would read it in the morning, afternoon, and evening. I would even read it at 3 o’clock in the early morning, post-Saturday night celebrations. I would read it on the bus, on the train, in sunshine, and in rain. (Yes, I was trying to rhyme on purpose.) I have always loved quotes; I believe words are powerful. Sometimes I think we wait til people hit the big time or worse, till their dead, before we acknowledge that their creations changed us, even in the smallest way, even if it was just for a moment in time.

I genuinely appreciate the difference in all the writers on here or who have been on here or who contribute to the site. Admittedly, some appeal to me more than others…

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The Anatomy Of An Anxiety Attack

Perfect representation…

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Something goes wrong.

One small thing.

Shit. What do I do? Shit. Shit shit shit shit. How do I fix it?

Why does stuff like this always happen here? Shit.

There are so many things that I need to fix.

I don’t know how to fix them.

I keep putting these things off and I don’t know how to fix them.

Shit shit shit.

Feels like an elephant is on my chest.

And I’m going to throw up on my shoes.

Shit.

Count to five and count. One, two, three, four, five.

I can’t get enough air.

I feel like everyone is looking at me. Can they hear my heart pounding?

It seems like it’s beating so loud, the noise is pounding in my ears,
in my brain.

I’d forgotten about that first thing that went wrong.

Shit. I still don’t know what I’m going to do about that.

I’m…

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The Infamous First Post

Well here it goes. I had an incling to start a blog and here I am, in search for my ‘niche’. What should I write about? Should I post weekly? Maybe daily? No. Weekly sounds more managable.

It’s 10:30 on a Wednesday night and I’m surrounded by the sound of country music blaring through the laptop, young adult women running around the halls of the dorm, and the unattractive noise of the microwave spinning right outside the door.

I was told by a good friend of mine for many years that I have had, so far, a very ‘interesting’ life and that’s what I should write about. I guess I’ll take her advice, like I always do, because she’s one of the wisest and most genuine ladies I know.

What a year 2013 is starting out to be. Not so much negative, but a real test of faith. At the begining of January when I returned to Minot for second semester my 1994 Olds Cutty took a big shit on me. See ya, car…I was not impressed. From that moment on it’s just been one miniscule thing after another. Needless to say I’m counting down the days until spring break. I’m putting off studying for a huge psych test by blogging tonight. I’ve never had over-the-top time managment skills, but we all have room to improve, right?

Planning to get my random, sometimes pointless, thoughts out once a week. In the meantime you’ll find me on Pinterest and Twitter.

Lots more to come.

Get excited.