My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

where I post from

one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference

Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction

“DONT YOU GET TIRED OF BEING NICE ALL THE TIME? DONT YOU JUST WANT TO GO APESHIT?” — acrylic with fine grit sand on a 24x20 inch canvas.

Chronic pain can be a major contributing factor to overstimulation, and overstimulation turns me into the biggest bastard on the planet. I tend to sympathize with some very unflattering horror movie portrayals of disabled villains when they lash out. Something something “being nice” is not a personality trait, it’s an active choice.

people ask me how i am and i say "oh i'm fine" knowing damn well if i opened up i'd be involuntarily summited to the local psych ward

My Body is Rotting in the Forest by Guang Yang