I'm sure most of you have seen your friends here on PIMD with depressing / stressful / emotional / etc statuses. Not even just PIMD. Even in real life and you don't know what to do or say to make your friends feel better about their personal situations.... I wanted to create this thread for all of us PIMD players to share inspirational thoughts, quotes, experiences, life lessons, and etc. So that many of our friends that are going through hard times can come here and see that they are not alone, that they share the same problems with one of us, and maybe they can even relate to some of the posts here and feel better about things.. I personally think that when I see that someone understands what I'm going through even if they don't even know me, it makes me feel like I can still get through my problems because others have done it before so why can't I? Anyway... this thread is for everyone to read, share, write about the things you're facing, asking for advices, to feel and see the positive side of things because I believe that positive attitudes and vibes can really get you through tough times... If you're going through something and really need to talk and get some opinions or just listening ears or shoulders to lean on... this thread could possibly help you. Ps.. Please keep this thread positive... please try to avoid any hate or negative posts... So.... share whatever you'd like to. Any topic... doesn't have to be relationship problems... just everything you're facing in life in general. ♡♡
Love the idea of this thread. "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover." –Mark Twain
"I am walking down the road to the me I want to be. I need to give myself the gift of patience and understanding." Don't remember where I got this from "You do not have to be defined forever by your past." Yet again unknown "I am on a healing journey and I am not the person I used to be. I will let go of any and all shame associated with the person I became in response to what I had to do to survive my understanding of the pain and losses I have suffered. I am not who I once was I am healing. I am not yet all of the person I hope to be. In the meantime the me that I am will do all that I can to love, esteem, respect, nurture, and love this me." Unknown yet again "Key in the search for authentic self is brutal honesty and a willingness to forgive oneself." Unknown "In order to move out of the past and into your here and now you must learn to change the way you think and the way you react to life. No matter how much pain anyone of us has suffered in the past we don't have to continue to live our lives back there with that pain and fear. Letting so can feel very scary too, but it's also freeing. Letting go is a choice." Yet again forgot where I got it ^those have helped me at my worse times. "There are some things in life I don't like and this is what I did. I took a long hit of "who the fuck gives a shit?" Mindless Self Indulgence
one of my favorites- "Be positive and love your life" i try to keep my status positive even when im not
It gets better, it always gets better life will never put you through more then you can handle Quote by Austin Carlile one of my biggest inspirations He's the reason why I'm still here today ️
"Our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past. We can't give up our concept of who we were." Chuck Palahniuk "Terrible what happened the first time I ever told the truth about the abuse I experienced I put all these qualifiers first- saying it wasn't rape or anything, wasn't as bad as what happened to other people, it was just being touched while I was asleep and watched while showering and things like that. The person I was telling it to said, "never compare it everyone I've ever met tries to invalidate what happened to them by saying it was worse for someone else what happened to you was real what happened to you was terrible what happened to you counts don't belittle it." This struck me so strongly. I had never believed that I deserved to feel as fucked up as I did about what had happened." from a booklet I got once upon a time in rape counseling "When I start to apologize for being fucked up that's when I need more comfort but can't figure out how to get it. If I'm apologizing a lot then I know I need to get out of that relationship or situation." From the same booklet as previous quote
Be who you who are and say what you want to say because the people who matter don't mind and the people who mind don't matter
A wise man that goes by the name "candyman" one said If at first you cant succeed... Take some viagra and fuck it.
To This Day When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite she let me keep doing it not really a big deal one day before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree and bruised the right side of my body I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principal’s office from there I was sent to another small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home I saw no reason to lie as far as I was concerned life was pretty good I told her “whenever I’m sad my grandmother gives me karate chops” this led to a full scale investigation and I was removed from the house for three days until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school and I earned my first nickname pork chop to this day I hate pork chops I’m not the only kid who grew up this way surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called and we got called them all so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us that we’d be lonely forever that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed so broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away that there’s no way for it to metastasize it does she was eight years old our first day of grade three when she got called ugly we both got moved to the back of the class so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls but the school halls were a battleground where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse outside we’d have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there in grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read beware of dog to this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she’s beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half of her face kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they’ll never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word mom because they see her heart before they see her skin that she’s only ever always been amazing he was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree adopted but not because his parents opted for a different destiny he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy started therapy in 8th grade had a personality made up of tests and pills lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal a tidal wave of anti depressants and an adolescence of being called popper one part because of the pills and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty he tried to kill himself in grade ten when a kid who still had his mom and dad had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit to this day he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before it’s about to fall and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way to this day kids are still being called names the classics were hey stupid hey spaz seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year and if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear do they make a sound? are they just the background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all of these were miles ahead of who we were we were freaks lobster claw boys and bearded ladies oddities juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal but at night while the others slept we kept walking the tightrope it was practice and yeah some of us fell but I want to tell them that all of this shit is just debris leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself get a better mirror look a little closer stare a little longer because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it “they were wrong” because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it you have to believe that they were wrong they have to be wrong why else would we still be here? we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them we stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway and if in some way we are don’t worry we only got out to walk and get gas we are graduating members from the class of fuck off we made it not the faded echoes of voices crying out names will never hurt me of course they did but our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.