(via everybodyhasabrain)Source: sinclairthedancer
One of the hardest things about depression is understanding it. This advice will help.
" You will never be able to lead someone out of the dark tunnel, all you can do is stay in the tunnel with them until they feel strong enough to lead themselves out."
I’ve lately been having a lot of problems with my dermatillomania (aka skin picking). It’s mostly been centered around my acne which then turns into scabs due to my constantly fidgeting with them to go away/lessen in the first place. I pick when I’m bored or stressed and I’m guaranteed to be one or the other at any point during the days here.
Living on a humid, tropical island for 8 months out of the year for vet school certainly hasn’t helped with my acne at all. I get so self-conscious over it and absolutely hat looking in the mirror, really. I mean, who would love such an scar-ridden face, even if/when they do all heal?
I hate this.
Today I met with my therapist I see on campus and finally discussed something I had been needing to get off my chest, especially with the events of the past few days. I felt like it helped and went well, but we ran out of time unfortunately, so it felt like we stopped in the middle of the conversation.
I walked out of there and a rush of sadness, selfishness, anger, longing and misunderstanding began to flood over me. I’m glad I have somebody to talk to, but I don’t feel like I got answers or advice besides what I already knew, although I’m still glad to have someone to talk to who won’t judge me.
So now I’m back to square one, no answers, all these feelings and uncertainties. I just don’t know anymore.