Aw yeah 😘🙏 #absoul
May you have enough money to pay your bills this month with a little extra left over for a bit of fun.
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”
— Pearl (via psych2go)
(Source: psych-facts, via vickumss)
How far is heaven
Round two #yogaeveryday #meditation #spiritual
“I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something created by nature we call it progress.”
— Ed Begley. Actor, environmentalist (via purplebuddhaproject)
Love feels so good
The True Trayvon Martin
- He didn’t eat pork bc his father didn’t. Once his uncle fixed pork chops; they smelled so good,he called them “beef chops” & ate 1.
- He was passionate about aviation.
- When he volunteered at a soup kitchen for. The first time, he was astounded by the US hunger crisis.
- He loved his little cousins birthday parties. Even as a teen, he wasn’t too cool for Chuck E. Cheese.
- He was modest about saving his father from dying in a house fire. His father called him his best friend bc of it.
- Hoodies made *him* feel safe. Like so many teens (and adults), he wore them as a protective shell, a security garment.
- He called his dad, “My ol’ boy.” Lord, how he loved his dad.
- When folks wanted to tease him, they said, “Boy, you too skinny to take a breath.” And he’d just smile.
- If he wanted to hang out with his cousins and they had chores, he helped so they could finish faster.
- His uncle said they never had to ask him to do something twice.
- At 17, he was still into BMX bikes. He could cat-walk wheelie.
- The tattoo on his wrist read, “Sybrina.”
- The tattoo on his chest read, “Cora” — his grandmother’s name.
- I’m going to stop here. But just claim one of these memories I tweeted. Carry part of this boy with you, write him on your heart.
- Write the beautiful details of all the black children you meet on your heart. That’s where they’ll be safest.
- I feel like this stuff is important.
All facts about Trayvon are from this Esquire article.
I will never forget Trayvon. Never.