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Mas por que um ponto e vírgula???
O ponto e vírgula é usado quando um autor poderia ter escolhido terminar uma frase, mas optou por não fazer, ele continua. O autor é você e a sentença é a sua vida.
Recentemente decidi fazer uma tatuagem de ponto e vírgula. Não porque é moda (embora certamente parece ser no momento), mas porque é um lembrete das coisas que eu superei na minha vida. Eu lidei com a ansiedade, a depressão, perdas de pessoas muito amadas! E durante a maior parte da minha vida, e  muitas vezes, isso me levou por um caminho que incluía escolhas ruins para minha pessoa. Mas aqui estou eu, finalmente tentando encaixar as peças da minha vida de uma maneira que eu nunca pensei que pudesse fazer antes. O ponto e vírgula (e a mensagem que vem junto com ele) é um lembrete de que eu enfrentei tempos difíceis, mas eu ainda estou aqui. As marcas que escolhemos colocar em nossos corpos são importantes. Esteja aberto a ouvir.... Ajude as pessoas da sua família e amigos para que elas também sejam capazes de dizer “eu ainda estou aqui.” #pontoevirgula #semicolonproject #maisamoreempatiapelopróximo ❤️🙏🏻
9 264 5 weeks ago
Mas por que um ponto e vírgula???
o ponto e vírgula é usado quando um autor poderia ter escolhido terminar uma frase, mas optou por não fazer, ele continua. o autor é você e a sentença é a sua vida.
recentemente decidi fazer uma tatuagem de ponto e vírgula. não porque é moda (embora certamente parece ser no momento), mas porque é um lembrete das coisas que eu superei na minha vida. eu lidei com a ansiedade, a depressão, perdas de pessoas muito amadas! e durante a maior parte da minha vida, e muitas vezes, isso me levou por um caminho que incluía escolhas ruins para minha pessoa. mas aqui estou eu, finalmente tentando encaixar as peças da minha vida de uma maneira que eu nunca pensei que pudesse fazer antes. o ponto e vírgula (e a mensagem que vem junto com ele) é um lembrete de que eu enfrentei tempos difíceis, mas eu ainda estou aqui. as marcas que escolhemos colocar em nossos corpos são importantes. esteja aberto a ouvir.... ajude as pessoas da sua família e amigos para que elas também sejam capazes de dizer “eu ainda estou aqui.” #pontoevirgula #semicolonproject #maisamoreempatiapelopróximo ❤️🙏🏻
Today is international survivors of suicide loss day. Recently, I’ve learned that depression and suicidal thoughts affect a lot of people around me. It’s so scary to see people hurting in the ways that they do. No one is ever alone in what they’re going through, whether it be those thoughts or trying to get through each day after losing a loved one. Tell people you love them because you never really know when you won’t have that opportunity anymore. 💛💕 #semicolonproject #itsokaynottobeokay
14 140 4 weeks ago
Today is international survivors of suicide loss day. recently, i’ve learned that depression and suicidal thoughts affect a lot of people around me. it’s so scary to see people hurting in the ways that they do. no one is ever alone in what they’re going through, whether it be those thoughts or trying to get through each day after losing a loved one. tell people you love them because you never really know when you won’t have that opportunity anymore. 💛💕 #semicolonproject #itsokaynottobeokay
Be your own warr;or 🐲#semicolonproject
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Be your own warr;or 🐲#semicolonproject
Every morning I take two little white and green pills.
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This pill keeps my grey-cloudy days at bay and keeps me from wanting to sleep for days at a time. This pill helps me to care, rather than feeling indifferent to most things.
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This pill helps me cope with my depression.
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I’ve struggled with depression since high school. For awhile, I didn’t really know what it was. I thought it was normal teenage hormones to cry at the drop of a hat- for anything both happy and sad. I thought it was normal to feel kind of numb.
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I wish I could say my journey was easily solved with therapy and medication. But it wasn’t.
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I walked through some very dark days when I was not capable of helping myself. I went on and off my medication because I wanted to be normal.
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Today I’m sharing a dark part of my life. A part of my life that I’m really good at hiding. A part of my life that’s really hard to share.
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If you’d like to read more, click the link in my bio to read the rest of this post in my blog!
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Mental health is so very important. And friends, it’s ok to not be ok.
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#mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression #copingwithdepression #therapy #endthestigma #medication #greycloudydays #notokay #copingskills #madison #verona #wisconsin #realshit #transparent #collagen #weightloss #nutrition #anxiety #time #wellness #positivevibes #mentalhealthmatters #mindfullness #selflove #nike #semicolonproject #family #healing #mentalillness
8 84 15 hours ago
Every morning i take two little white and green pills.
.
this pill keeps my grey-cloudy days at bay and keeps me from wanting to sleep for days at a time. this pill helps me to care, rather than feeling indifferent to most things.
.
this pill helps me cope with my depression.
.
i’ve struggled with depression since high school. for awhile, i didn’t really know what it was. i thought it was normal teenage hormones to cry at the drop of a hat- for anything both happy and sad. i thought it was normal to feel kind of numb.
.
i wish i could say my journey was easily solved with therapy and medication. but it wasn’t.
.
i walked through some very dark days when i was not capable of helping myself. i went on and off my medication because i wanted to be normal.
.
today i’m sharing a dark part of my life. a part of my life that i’m really good at hiding. a part of my life that’s really hard to share.
.
if you’d like to read more, click the link in my bio to read the rest of this post in my blog!
.
mental health is so very important. and friends, it’s ok to not be ok.
.
.
.
#mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression #copingwithdepression #therapy #endthestigma #medication #greycloudydays #notokay #copingskills #madison #verona #wisconsin #realshit #transparent #collagen #weightloss #nutrition #anxiety #time #wellness #positivevibes #mentalhealthmatters #mindfullness #selflove #nike #semicolonproject #family #healing #mentalillness
So sometimes i use a red marker to draw red lines on myself instead of harming. But this time i came across this fake blood that i had and put some on my arm and I found that it helped, the blood looked real and when i took it off it stained my arm leaving an after affect as well. If you wanted to try this out you could also put a bandaid on after to cover it up as you would if it were real. I hope this can help even one person. 💖
4 113 2 weeks ago
So sometimes i use a red marker to draw red lines on myself instead of harming. but this time i came across this fake blood that i had and put some on my arm and i found that it helped, the blood looked real and when i took it off it stained my arm leaving an after affect as well. if you wanted to try this out you could also put a bandaid on after to cover it up as you would if it were real. i hope this can help even one person. 💖
I opp og nedturer, alltid💞
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#matchingtattoos #semicolonproject #throughupsanddowns 
#bestfriend
1 62 5 days ago
Lately, I’ve been noticing myself having a hard time explaining my tattoo. What it means, why I did it, and how it represents my life. I always felt ashamed explaining it, and still do. If you’ve asked me in person what the tattoo meant, 9/10 I’ve responded with, “just google it.” It’s the easiest way for me to explain the whole meaning without feeling embarrassed or ashamed. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it’s a beautiful story that displays my strength and that I should NEVER feel bad for explaining why I have it.
For those that don’t know, there is a general meaning for the semi-colon tattoo, which was from a suicide awareness movement started back in 2013. “A semi-colon is used when an author could've chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”
I tattooed this on myself as a symbol of being a suicide survivor, and as a promise to myself that it was the “last cut” I would ever do to purposely harm myself. Long story short, I had a rough time in middle school and high school. I was constantly bullied every second of the day by people I thought were my friends. I didn’t have a safe place, and being at home wasn’t any better than being in school. It hurt to the point where it felt safer for me to just be dead. The whole process of me getting to that point was horrific. It took years of therapy, medicine, tears, and pain to get to where I’m at now mentally, but now I’m stronger than ever.
I guess I’m posting this because I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. I’m just trying to remind myself how far I’ve come and that I’m in such a good place in my life right now, and that it’s only gonna get better. Not a lot of people will go public about the bad stuff going on in their lives, and I feel weird about posting this, but it’s a reminder to myself and others struggling that we all go through tough times. It’s all on YOU to decide if you wanna grow from it.🌹
#SuicideSurvivor #SuicideAwareness #SelfLove #SemiColonProject #SemiColonMovement #SemiColonTattoo
22 158 2 days ago
Lately, i’ve been noticing myself having a hard time explaining my tattoo. what it means, why i did it, and how it represents my life. i always felt ashamed explaining it, and still do. if you’ve asked me in person what the tattoo meant, 9/10 i’ve responded with, “just google it.” it’s the easiest way for me to explain the whole meaning without feeling embarrassed or ashamed. but the more i think about it, the more i realize that it’s a beautiful story that displays my strength and that i should never feel bad for explaining why i have it.
for those that don’t know, there is a general meaning for the semi-colon tattoo, which was from a suicide awareness movement started back in 2013. “a semi-colon is used when an author could've chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. the author is you and the sentence is your life.”
i tattooed this on myself as a symbol of being a suicide survivor, and as a promise to myself that it was the “last cut” i would ever do to purposely harm myself. long story short, i had a rough time in middle school and high school. i was constantly bullied every second of the day by people i thought were my friends. i didn’t have a safe place, and being at home wasn’t any better than being in school. it hurt to the point where it felt safer for me to just be dead. the whole process of me getting to that point was horrific. it took years of therapy, medicine, tears, and pain to get to where i’m at now mentally, but now i’m stronger than ever.
i guess i’m posting this because i’ve been feeling pretty down lately. i’m just trying to remind myself how far i’ve come and that i’m in such a good place in my life right now, and that it’s only gonna get better. not a lot of people will go public about the bad stuff going on in their lives, and i feel weird about posting this, but it’s a reminder to myself and others struggling that we all go through tough times. it’s all on you to decide if you wanna grow from it.🌹
#suicidesurvivor #suicideawareness #selflove #semicolonproject #semicolonmovement #semicolontattoo
To me, to honesty, to loving life again, to all those who taught me how to love, and to those who remind me what it feels like to be loved. My story is not over, and never will be. ❤️ #semicolonproject @cowpok
9 192 4 weeks ago
To me, to honesty, to loving life again, to all those who taught me how to love, and to those who remind me what it feels like to be loved. my story is not over, and never will be. ❤️ #semicolonproject @cowpok
I was a nervous child. I remember always being slightly on edge and worried about everything, but still happy. But from the time I was 17 I remember being sad. Sometimes I was sad with good reason and other times I was sad for no reason. So sad I spent my days in bed or overworking myself into denial. That’s always been my tell tale signs that I’m too sad. I sleep too much or I work too much. I isolate myself from those that love me without explanation. How do I tell them I’m so sad I can’t breathe? I don’t. I take their frustration and anger and misunderstanding instead. I go to college, still lost. I somehow manage thru 4 years. I continue to overwork myself and sleep when I shouldn’t. I become involved with someone who is extremely manipulative and uses my unbalanced emotions against me. I ignore school work that I shouldn’t. I make classmates angry. How do I tell these people I barely know that I’m so sad I can’t breathe? That my boyfriend I love is mentally abusive? I don’t. I take their anger and frustrations piled up into texts and disdainful looks. How do I survive college? My sorority. Even when there’s a few women in it that tell me to get over myself and that people are bored of hearing about my mooching boyfriend. There are other strong women like my big and grandbig that show me my inner strength.There’s my best friend Sadie and my little Haley that show me endless love and strength. Strong Bonds formed through sisterhood that help me survive. I start dating my now husband that shows me love and understanding like I’ve never experienced. I leave college and become a nurse. I do everything they tell you to do to be happy. I eat the right things, do the right workouts, take the right vitamins, keep going to the right job that I hate, focus on the right way of “just being happy.” It’s all too right. I start having panic attacks. When I can’t be right or perfect, when I eat the wrong thing, when I miss the right workout, when I hate my right job, I cry. I cry all the time. I sit at home crying with no real reason. This isn’t right. The most kind soul of a nurse tells me to not let my job ruin me.  Continued in comments...
37 88 6 days ago
I was a nervous child. i remember always being slightly on edge and worried about everything, but still happy. but from the time i was 17 i remember being sad. sometimes i was sad with good reason and other times i was sad for no reason. so sad i spent my days in bed or overworking myself into denial. that’s always been my tell tale signs that i’m too sad. i sleep too much or i work too much. i isolate myself from those that love me without explanation. how do i tell them i’m so sad i can’t breathe? i don’t. i take their frustration and anger and misunderstanding instead. i go to college, still lost. i somehow manage thru 4 years. i continue to overwork myself and sleep when i shouldn’t. i become involved with someone who is extremely manipulative and uses my unbalanced emotions against me. i ignore school work that i shouldn’t. i make classmates angry. how do i tell these people i barely know that i’m so sad i can’t breathe? that my boyfriend i love is mentally abusive? i don’t. i take their anger and frustrations piled up into texts and disdainful looks. how do i survive college? my sorority. even when there’s a few women in it that tell me to get over myself and that people are bored of hearing about my mooching boyfriend. there are other strong women like my big and grandbig that show me my inner strength.there’s my best friend sadie and my little haley that show me endless love and strength. strong bonds formed through sisterhood that help me survive. i start dating my now husband that shows me love and understanding like i’ve never experienced. i leave college and become a nurse. i do everything they tell you to do to be happy. i eat the right things, do the right workouts, take the right vitamins, keep going to the right job that i hate, focus on the right way of “just being happy.” it’s all too right. i start having panic attacks. when i can’t be right or perfect, when i eat the wrong thing, when i miss the right workout, when i hate my right job, i cry. i cry all the time. i sit at home crying with no real reason. this isn’t right. the most kind soul of a nurse tells me to not let my job ruin me. continued in comments...