imjustanothergirlll:

Words of advice: When dealing with someone who is battling severe depression, do not tell them “everyday is a bad day for you.” Never say that. It just shows how much you really don’t care and that you don’t want to deal with their shit anymore. My best friend just told me this, and she broke my heart.

imjustanothergirlll:

I am broken beyond repair. I fear there is no hope for me anymore.

Watercolors and charcoal drawings are my favorite ways to create art. Growing a Jeweled Rose has the recipe to create watercolors for either you or your kids!

Summertime means tasty smoothies to me! Dear Little Daisy has a yummy recipe for a Banana, Strawberry, Raspberry smoothie that you can make from home.

Both my niece and nephew love finding the rainbows on the ground from our sun catchers. Now they’ll be able to make their own and look for those rainbows, too! Babble Dabble Do has all the instructions you need to make these with your kids.

I’m fast approaching 10k follower! Thank you so much!! Follow my personal tumblr (imjustanothergirlll) and Instagram (alethadalton)!

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I started writing. I write about how I feel. I write about all the millions of questions that flood through my head every second. I write about what’s really going on in my life, not just what people think they know. Writing is hard. It brings back so much shit and brings up a lot of emotions. I don’t know how therapeutic it really is, but I write in hopes that someday, someone will read it and feel all the pain I carved into that paper.

I’m already at seven pages. And every time I write, tears flood my eyes. Maybe someday I’ll let more than just one person read it. And maybe that one person will finally understand what the hell is going on.

My mom and I are in the process of making this. It’s going to take a long time since the log was just cut and needs to dry out, but it’s going to be a great thing to have what the little ones are outside to play!

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I got my hair cut last night. Ten inches gone. Even though I’m depressed and need all the people I can get to help me, I still remember there are people who are facing much serious issues. I’m donating my ten inches to Lock of Love. Pretty soon, someone who I’ll never know will be wearing my hair. I’ll be able to say I made someone feel beautiful again.

Depression fucking sucks. For every good and happy day I have, it’s followed by multiple days of pure hell.