redheadbouquet replied to your post: Do you have any advice on how to find a therapist that you click with? I feel like I’m too picky and I can’t justify spending money on sessions with people that I don’t know I’ll be able to trust. I recall you saying you like the one you have. How do I achieve that?

this *might* be helpful? redheadbouquet.tumblr.c…

YES it totally is.

and for the record it took me 4 years after i was diagnosed to find a good therapist. so. guh.

redheadbouquet replied to your post: Fuck this fucking cloud of doom, literally and…

just imagine me as that old illustrated North Wind with puffy cheeks, blowing it all away: SWOOOOOOOSH! (wouldn’t it be awesome if brains actually worked that way?)

you are cute <3

redheadbouquet replied to your post: redheadbouquet replied to your post: I just went…

i don’t know how to not be hard on myself when it comes to talking about anxiety/depression either, but sometimes when other people remind me (maybe remind’s not totally the right word?) it helps. :)

it really does help, that validation and support, i wish everyone knew how much i wanted to hear them vent and express themselves about their mental illnesses. and i wish i didn’t think everyone was judging me for “bitching” about it to an extreme degree but at the same time want to put it out there because it does help. i’ve been saying i really need to follow more tumblr blogs about mental health but i’ve not found a ton.

redheadbouquet replied to your post: I just went from an irrational thought into…

talking about hating your anxiety isn’t bitching. it’s totally legitimate.

I know it is, but I have this voice in my head telling me “don’t be so negative, no one wants to hear this shit, you’re bringing it all upon yourself, you could be doing this, you could be doing that, instead you’ve been struggling through daily obligations and then crawling into bed and you haven’t seen your friends and you’re a bad person”

I don’t know how to not be hard on myself, I care and worry about everything. I struggle through the work day and my body is literally aching sore by the end of it. But there is so much I want to do. But then I’m trapped in my head, so I work and work and distract myself and write and distract and then get trapped again. I’m just exhausted.

Thank you for that. I really needed to hear that.