"

Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

"
- 5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)

(Source: angryasianfeminist, via worthlesspsychopath)

"My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine."

synct:

One day she is going to wake me up as she’s trying to get out of bed silently for work. And I am going to pretend to be asleep as she slips into the bathroom and closes the door with a light click. And at that moment I will throw the covers off myself and bound for the kitchen to make her coffee and breakfast to go. So that by the time she is finished getting ready and has rush out the door she will leave the house knowing I will take care of her even down to the little details.

(via covered-in-bandaids)