Seventeen, Dancer, in the process of recovering from an eating disorder
"To me fearless isnt not having fears, its not that you are not afraid of anything. To me fearless is having a ton of fears but you jump any way" -TSwift
Instead of focusing on how far you still have to go, take some time today to remind yourself of how far you’ve already come. Yes, you’re still struggling. And yes, you still have some distance to cover, but those things don’t discount the progress you’ve already made. Healing takes time. It’s not a process that can be rushed. Beating yourself up for not being further along doesn’t improve your situation. It makes you feel awful and it keeps you stuck. Your journey may be slow, but it’s not without promise. Despite how difficult this process has been, despite how hopeless you’ve felt, despite all of the people who have told you that you would never make it, you’ve never once given up. You’ve never stopped fighting and pushing forward. So give yourself some credit for that. It wasn’t easy. But you did it, and you deserve to be proud of yourself. Let go of this idea that you should be further ahead, and trust that it’s okay to be where you are. Trust that you won’t be here forever. Trust that you will get to where you need to be. You’re doing the best you can each day to fight the darkness you feel, and that’s all you can ask of yourself. It’s enough.
—Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
(via jaaaaamieeeee)
Tired of having my youth stolen away.
Tired of only living from doctor’s appointment to grocery store to school to doctor’s appointment.
Tired of being cold, sick and lonely.
Tired of resisting the wonderful smells of family dinners.
Tired of being monitored, discussed and analyzed by professionals and parents.
Tired of being restricted from walking, hiking, biking, shopping, running, loving, smiling, traveling and enjoying myself.
Tired of this damn disorder.
(via recovering2ride)
Tug of War.
I pull away as she pulls me in. She’s pulled a little tighter because she’s petrified of letting go, and of the very same pit of hopelessness and solitude she has drowned me in.
She knows that she will lose; I am stronger. She will bend me, but I will not break.
(via wanderingfairies)
Livin' To Inspire™ ♕: The Story of a Pencil
A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:
‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the…
when you feel like you can’t go on.
I’m sorry that you’re hurting so desperately right now. I know how painful the seconds, and minutes, and days can be, how long the nights are. I understand how very hard hanging on is, and how much courage it takes.
I ask though that you hold onto one day at a time. Just one day, and slowly this despair will pass. The feelings you fear you’re trapped in will serve their purpose, and then fade away. Difficult to imagine isn’t it? Almost impossible to believe when every cell in your body it seems cries out in agony, desperately in need of comfort. When it feels like the only thing in the whole world that can touch your pain and banish it is beyond your grasp. And after all this time, the assurance that you will heal has become an empty, broken promise.
Hold on because it’s worth the terrible waiting. Hold on because you are worthy. Hold on because the wisdom that will follow you out of this darkness will be a tremendous gift. Hold on because you have so much love and joy waiting to be experienced. Hold on because life is precious, even though it can bring terrible losses. Hold on because there is so much that you can’t now imagine waiting ahead on your journey - a destiny that only you can fulfill. Hold on although your exhausted and your grasp is shaky, and you want more than anything to let go sometimes, hold on even though. Please hold on.
And the light, the light at the end of the dark tunnel for so long cannot be seen, although eventually you’ll begin to feel its’ warmth as you move forward. And forward you must move in order to get through the hell of remembering, of despair, of rage, of grief. Keep looking forward please. Rest if you must, doubt your ability to survive the journey if you have to, but never let go of the guide ropes, although when you close your fingers around them, your hands feel empty, they are there. Please trust me, they are there.
When you’re exhausted, when all you have to count on is a weakened, weary faith, hold on. When you think you want to die, hold on until you recognize that it’s not death you seek, but for the pain to go away. Hold on, because this darkness will surely fade away. Hold on. Please hold on. - Tammie Byram Fowles, LISW, Ph.D
(via wanderingfairies)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
