Reminder for today • They may be family but you do NOT have to like them
•If you have an ED , try and eat something no matter how big or small
• food does NOT need to be earned, you need it
•you under no reason have to agree with your family’s views or opinions •everyone’s tummy gets bigger when they eat!
•if you’re gay,trans*,bi,pan,ace,nb,agender,lesbian,aro,Demi,grey,gender fluid ( and anything I missed )YOU ARE VAILD ,YOURE NOT WRONG,YOU ARE NOT “SINFUL” ,YOU ARE YOU AND THATS AMAZING •Cis people/parents/siblings/grandparents/friends/uncles/aunts -If someone in your family has come out, check if you’re using the right pronouns (never hurts to ask), ask their preferred name (USE IT),and don’t treat them better/worse because they’re LGBT •If you’re drink today remember to drink some water between glasses,bottles,shots
•you do NOT have to celebrate •the origin of today is NOT happy,it is white people celebrating genocide • Native Americans are cleaning up a oil pipe line that white people built through THEIR land
•Your aloud to state your opinion and stand by it
•females, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SIT LADY LIKE, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO STOP TALKING BECAUSE YOUR A FEMALE, YOU SIT HOWEVER YOU WANT, YOU TALK ABOUT WHATEVER YOU WANT • Boys, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WATCH FOOTBALL, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE MASCULINE, WATCH/HANGOUT WITH WHATEVER/WHOEVER YOU WANT,YOU CAN DO “FEMALE” THINGS(IT DOESNT MAKE YOU LESS OF A MAN
• nonbinary/trans folk, YOUR DEADNAME IS NOT YOUR NAME,YOU CAN WEAR WHATEVER YOU WANT,TALK ABOUT WHATEVER YOU WANT,BE WITH WHOEVER YOU WANT AND YOURE VAILD
Have a good day~Alex •
Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃 This is not your typical Thanksgiving meal, but it sure was delicious. I am so thankful for you all ❤️.Enjoy this time to focus on the things that are great about your life, whether you're working, spending time with your family, or spending time with your recovery family. There are always things to be thankful for.🙏🏼
Did you know that 50% of those struggling with bipolar disorder have at some point abused drugs in their life?
I can’t really recall any particular time in my life that I wasn’t self medicating. In high school, I would smoke weed, pop molly, the occasionally oxy. (Which I’m sure contributed to the fucked up chemical imbalance already mustering inside my brain). Drugs led me down a path to reliance. Either it was a social lubricant, stimulant to get me out of my isolation during my depressive episodes. Or it was something to calm my racing thoughts and let me sleep.
Lately, it’s been Xanax. I mean, a few years ago it was Xanax. I would take them all the time. Going out. Family gatherings. Christ, I even was doing them at work. And the worst part of all, those 6 months of my life became a blur. I was making risky decisions and hurting everyone around me. WITHOUT EVEN REMEMBERING. Twisted. I know.
Anyways, lately it’s been Xanax. For the last two months I’ve been incredibly manic. Hypomanic would be the correct term. Not really sleeping, and god could I write. I wrote so many songs, lyrics, short stories, blurbs, simple ideas. Beautiful ideas. Insightful ideas.
And it dawned on me a few weeks ago that the depression was coming, I was scared.
Here I am. Terrified of my own mind. Numb. And to cope with the numbness, Xanax is the answer. It makes me forget that any of this even matters. When I try to open up, my feelings are dismissed. People don’t think it’s as bad as I say it is, so I just don’t say anything anymore. - -