Social Media Parents

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Hey everyone! Today’s post is going to be somewhat of a random rambles post. It’s something that I’ve been seeing way too much of recently, and I feel like it’s just something that I want to address and give my thoughts on, you know?

It’s the topic of parents who don’t really know what it is to be a REAL parent, but on social media try to flaunt their kids and such as if they were the number one parent(s) in the world.

Now, minor PSAS before we begin:

1. I don’t have kids of my own, so obviously I don’t fully know what it is to be a parent; being a teacher was probably the closest thing I’ve come to know what that feels like, and even than I’m sure most people would tell me that that wouldn’t even come close to the actual thing. HOWEVER, I do have common sense and know right from wrong, and know the things I will address in a bit are NOT the proper ways to raise kids or things parents in general should just not be doing once they become a parent.

2. If at any time someone or a number of people read this post and get offended/think I’m subbing them at all or anything, save yourself the aggravation of approaching me about it, because I’m not speaking about any one person in particular, but hey if the shoe fits wear it right? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Let’s get started with the post now….

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Recently I’ve seen way too many “parents” that are in their late 20s or 30s that have kids, several at that, and instead of worrying about them and whether or not they’re good, are out here partying, jumping from relationship to relationship, and posting their business on social media more than teenagers and/or young adults are.

These are the kinds of things I see:

  1. Going out and partying every single weekend, instead of staying home and actually being with their kids.
  2. Jumping from relationship to relationship, acting like a teenager in love and putting their significant other (who isn’t even the father of their kids the majority of the time) before their kids.
  3. Constantly publicizing their petty drama/issues with themselves, their baby-fathers, etc., on all social media platforms, THEN obviously looking for pity or for other people to “be on their side” about these things as if any of them actually care.
  4.  Trying to be/act younger than what they actually are by constantly partying, taking seductive pictures/videos (i.e. constantly showing off their asses, wearing too tight pieces of clothing, twerking, etc.) and posting it online.
  5. Constantly disrupting the lives of the people around them (though they would probably never admit it), to drop their kids off to stay with them on a regular basis; which, as a result, the kids are living extremely unstable lives.
  6. Rarely ever seeing their kids, but the few times they do, they just constantly spoil them/give them any little thing they want as a way to shut them up.

I’m sure there are a ton of other things, but I’d like to say these are the biggest and most common ones that I see.

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I think what’s even more crazy is how the majority of these things that I see are coming from the mother’s. I don’t know, it really is messed up how majority of people in the world always tend to get on the fathers, and how they never do what they have to do for themselves or their kids, and they’re always the one to mess up. But no one ever really talks about the messed up mothers in the world. Now, don’t get me wrong, of course there are fathers out there who really don’t do shit for their kids and mess up more times than anyone can count, and I’m not defending them in ANY way; but I think it’s about time people stop putting all the blame on them, and realize that parenting is a two-way street, and a lot of mothers are messing up just as badly as the fathers, if not worse at times.

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Now, I feel like a lot of people (in particular young parents, or those parents that had kids at a very young age), feel as though they are or were missing out in being able to go out, date and such in their youth. And to an extent, I do agree, having a baby at a young age means you’re forced to pretty much drop everything that you would normally do (or want to do) for far more important responsibilities. But because of this, I’ve seen that many of these people who had kids young and had to give all that stuff up, feel the need to like lash out when they get older and do all of the things they didn’t get to do, at the age they are now which is late 20s-early 30s; which causes them to forget about their kids to a certain extent and abandon all of these responsibilities, just for the sake of being able to go out and do what they want. Not realizing that you don’t have to give it all up altogether when you’re younger, you just have to attempt to manage your time better and remember that THEY come first; they ALWAYS should come first.

It’s one thing to let loose a bit and have fun sometimes, but it becomes a bit excessive when it ends up happening all the time, every single weekend, and you barely spend time with your kids. Instead of putting partying and relationships first, realize that the majority of that should be going out the window anyway because it becomes all about them at that point, that’s what a good, RESPONSIBLE parent does. Now that might sound like a bit of a contradiction, but overall it’s about finding balance. And that probably sounds a hell of a lot easier said than done, but it’s the price to pay (so to speak) for having kids young, or just having kids in general, at any age.

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How can one have kids and be “so in love with them” (according to social media), but are almost never with them and/or spending time with them? And when I say spending time with them, I mean that as in more than just an hour or two whenever THEY (the parent) feels like it. It’s actually sad to see how often parents can do that, barely see their kids, but yet find and post all of these pictures of their kids on social media as if they’re with them everyday, when their kids would be lucky if they get to see them once or even twice a week.

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Let’s talk about jumping from relationship to relationship…..

Just to get it out in the open right now, it’s disgusting, especially for a mother/father of several kids. I understand everyone has a right to date and be happy/find “the one”, but if you keep doing it back to back and going through the same old drama with them all, that just makes you look like you’re hoeing around and for a parent, that’s disgusting and not at all okay.

As well as for the kids, it’s bad enough they don’t/won’t see you because of your already lame ass excuses, but now your adding meaningless relationships in the mix and always introducing your kids to them; that’s just going to make them confused and feel more unstable than what they probably already are. And the excuse that “but they like them, they get along so well,” they’re kids of course they’re going to like anyone that’s nice to them and buys them candy and what not. They also don’t even fully understand who they are; to them 9 times out of 10, Joe Shmoe is just a friend to mommy or daddy.

Stop sleeping around and think about the emotional damage you’re doing to your kids!!!!

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Not only do these parents never see their kids and constantly lie to the world by putting up pictures of them everyday as if they were with them; but they’re also posting memes, long statuses, etc., about all the drama and bullshit they go through. Like what, why??? Why do you want to publicize that your baby daddy cheated on you, beat you, and left you for another woman? Why do you want to publicize that that SAME woman is trying to beef with you and stir up unnecessary drama? Why do you want to publicize that you’re going through a lot of shit right now with your health, financially, or whatever detail for detail? FOR WHAT? You want the entire world to know everything you’re going through and how your life is a world of shit right now FOR WHAT? A pity party? For everyone to comment on your stuff like “fuck that nigga!,” “Fuck that bitch!,” “You deserve better!,” “oh my god are you okay?!” “Prayers to you and everything you’re going through!” “let me know if you ever need someone to talk to!”

NO! Shut up, half those people that are commenting probably don’t even actually care about what you’re going through, majority of them are probably laughing at you and making fun of you and everything you’re dealing with. Some, if not most, of these things should be kept private; because then later on you’re going to come back and start posting about how you have lurkers and all these people just want to know your business….no smartass, you did that to yourself!What it’s called is you being an attention seeker, and it’s not cute, worry about bettering yourself and your kids instead of what you’re going to post on social media and who’s going to see it.

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Not only are these parents posting all of their petty drama on social media as if everyone cares, but then they’re also giving other reasons for people to laugh, judge, and talk shit about them; like posting provocative pictures and or videos of themselves on all of these social media platforms. Now, I’m not talking about simple pictures of a mom or dad at a club with a drink in their hand, I’m talking about things like nearly naked pictures of themselves at the beach, pictures of them clearly going out of their way to make sure you’re focusing on their asses when you see it, videos of them shitfaced, and/or videos of them twerking (again I’m sure there’s a ton of others, but these are things that popped into my head first).

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Now, let’s make clear that for something like going to the beach, yes obviously you’re in a bathing suit, it’s going to expose you and what not, BUUUT, it gets to a point where it’s like okay, you’re clearly going out of your way to sexualize yourself in these pictures so that people can automatically just focus on your boobs or ass or any other sexual part of your body. Is it okay to be proud of your body, especially women after having kids? Hell, yeah of course! But you can tell the difference between people who are doing that, and others who are downright just looking for attention from their followers.

Similarly with going out to a club or lounge and posting that you’re off the shits with your friends or whoever; it’s fine to have a good time and have a few drinks, but posting that you’re getting shitfaced and all the dumb shit you do while you’re like that??? What do you think grandma and grandpa or whoever the hell it is you left your kids with for the bajillionth time is going to say in an attempt to explain to them what mommy/daddy is doing or where you’re at? Especially since in the day and age that we live in most kids by the age of about 10 already freakin’ have Snapchat and Instagram, and I’m pretty sure they have their parents on these things, so they’re seeing everything you do and post.

You’re not 18 anymore! It just gets to a point where it’s like okay, when are you going to grow up and stop doing teenager antics? Once in a blue moon might be okay to get away with, but again when it starts happening every single weekend, don’t you think that’s a bit excessive? What type of example exactly are you showing your kids? That it’s okay to go out and get shitfaced every weekend because you had “a long week,” and feel like “you deserve it,”? No, because that’s when you’ll start complaining about “oh my god I have all these bills,” “oh my god I’m struggling so much financially,” maybe if you weren’t going out all the time partying and drinking you would have enough money to get by. How about you save all of that time and money you’re always wasting, and spend it with your kids; spend time with THEM, take THEM out, and do fun things with THEM.

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These “parents”, if you even want to consider them that, are not only being selfish so that they could do whatever they want and not putting their kids first, but they’re also being selfish by dumping all of their problems and baggage on other people; specifically their parents (who are the grandparents of their kids) the majority of the time.

Now, I don’t know about everyone else, but the grandparents that I know about and have in mind are not SUPER old, but they are old enough to where they should not be having to do all of this all over again. Most of these grandparents are in their 50s, 60s, or 70s, where they should be just living the life and relaxing because they did their time already. They did everything they had to, they worked the majority of their life to support their own kids, they took care of their kids, they lived their lives, now they deserve to just relax and not have a care in the world.

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But what’s happening now?

You’re forcing them to go out of THEIR way to take care of YOUR kids, and deal with all of YOUR issues. Yes, I’m sure they love them with all of their heart and would do anything for them, so they would probably never admit that their tired or need a break, but you being their child, and having your own kids now should have the common sense and decency to say, “you know what, I’m not going to put my mom and dad through that, it’s time for me to step up.” People don’t realize that yes of course it’s fine to leave your kids at grandma and grandpa’s house for quality time once or twice a week, that’s normal, that’s fair, but when it gets to them staying at their house for an entire week or weeks, that’s when it’s a problem. That’s when you’re being selfish. And that’s when they’re not even your kids anymore, those kids belong to your mom and dad now because they obviously love and care for them more than you do.

What’s even worse is that because your parents love their grandkids so much, and you know your kids love them so much, you begin to take advantage of that love. And think “well they all like it anyway, they’re willing to stay at grandma and grandpa’s house, and grandma and grandpa are willing to keep them and take care of them, so why not? Who cares?” Umm NO! THAT IS NOT RIGHT OR OKAY!!!!

Needing the extra help or a little break during the weekend is completely okay, once in a while, especially if the grandparents are up for it, but if you’re just using and abusing them so that you don’t have to step up as a parent and deal with you kids, that’s bullshit and you should know that. All these things are mistakes that YOU made in your life, not them. There’s no reason why they should be dealing or putting up with your bullshit.

Not only are you hurting your kids, but you’re also hurting and taking advantage of the people around you which is not at all right. People really do not realize that it’s one thing to ask for and accept help from others, but it’s a completely different thing to take advantage of that help and over-step your welcome. Even if they may not or ever say anything to you about it, it would be common courtesy to not impose on them and take that burden away from them.

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I’m sure reading this entire post I sound really upset as if this is happening to me, which it’s not, but it’s happening to SO many people that I know and it’s just not right. These people keep making the same mistakes over and over again and it’s just like, when exactly are you going to learn from them and not do them anymore? They sulk about the same shit happening to them all the time but never actually do anything to even try fixing their situation. It really is true what people say, the first few times are mistakes, but after the like hundredth time it’s a choice you’re making to keep putting yourself through it.

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How do you even feel bad for someone or people that keep doing it to themselves and make no type of effort to help themselves? You don’t or can’t, there’s just no way to, and I refuse to feel bad for people like that anymore.

The saddest part isn’t even what they go through, because I could care less about their petty bullshit; the saddest part is how much the kids do and will suffer from all of it in the future. That, and also some people are so willing to just toss their kids to the next person. My question still remains, how can you be so in love with your kids, but never actually see or spend time with them?

The kids will always be the ones to suffer in the long run because of the choices you thought were okay to make. I really don’t think people realize the mental and emotional damage they do to their kids when they do a lot of these things which is sad in itself, because by the time they realize it, it’ll probably be too late to do anything to help them.

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Half of your guys kids are young, but you have no idea how smart they are and how much they actually know about everything that goes on with you. I’ve spoken to some of these poor kids, and if people could only hear HALF of the stuff that I have, they’d probably be in tears to be honest. Some of them are scared of their parent(s), some of them already have a certain amount of hatred for them; it’s heartbreaking because over the years that’s only going to intensify, but what can I do? I’m not their parent. I can only ever do and say so much to them…..

All that I truly know is that if and when I ever have kids, I’m sure there will be times where they drive me crazy and when I’ll need a break, I’m not denying or trying to downplay that in ANY way, but I’ll ALWAYS know that they would be MY responsibility, because I had them; not my mom, dad, brother, aunt, uncle, grandparents, friends, etc., I had them, it would be my choice and responsibility.

I also know a lot of these kids weren’t even planned, if we’re being honest, they just kind of happened. And I know it’s in no way, shape, or form easy to be a parent, but news flash, it’s the price to pay for opening your legs and having unprotected sex. Now you have to just suck it up, keep it moving, and take care of the little person/people that you created and chose to keep, because that’s all that really matters now, THEY’RE ALL THAT TRULY MATTERS NOW.

Grow the fuck up and think about that the next you want to be selfish and only think about yourself.

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-Leo Girl🙏🏼

 

 

 

 

 

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Hi Guys,

It’s been a while. Hope everyone had a good, productive week and are ready to kick back and finally enjoy the weekend!

Today’s topic is something that is really personal to me, and many others I’m sure. Something that is severely overlooked in the day and age that we live in, and hasn’t been taken nearly as serious as it should. It’s the topic of mental health.

As always, I’m going to start off with my personal experiences with my mental health, then go into my general thoughts on the topic.

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My Story

This is something that very few people know about me. I’ve really only told a hand full of people, because it’s not exactly something to brag about; however, it is something I feel that I want and need to shed some light on at least once, in depth.

It’s something I think I’ve actually dealt with on and off for a number of years, maybe 4 or 5 years actually; but it wasn’t until about a year ago that it got really bad, and I realized I had a problem, which is what in particular I’m going to be talking about today.

There were so many different things going on with myself internally that I didn’t understand how or why it was happening. But I’ve been dealing with Anxiety and depression for some time now. Now, thankfully neither of these things are or were ever to extremely serious extents. And what I mean by that, because I know many people when they think depression, their thoughts immediately turn to suicide; so thankfully, it has never gotten to that extent, or even just suicidal thoughts, for me,  and both are somewhat mild I guess you could say.

Many of the most common symptoms for depression are agitation, irritability, social isolation, excessive sleepiness as a result over-sleeping or lack thereof, excessive hunger or lack thereof, lack of concentration, excessive weight gain or loss, hopelessness, constantly feeling insecure about yourself, and loss of interest or pleasure in activities (name a few), all of which I had.

As I said earlier, I was going through a lot of these things (i.e. always feeling down, over-eating, isolating myself, etc.), and didn’t understand a lot of it because I never used to be like that, and all of it had been sort of accumulating over the years. But during my last year of college was when I noticed how immensely it was actually effecting me. It got to the point where I was skipping days upon days of classes and coming up with the most insane excuses for my professors because I literally had NO motivation to go and/or do anything. I would spend days in my room and whenever I didn’t have or didn’t go to class, or when I was off from work, I would only come out to go buy food or something. In all my spare time all I would really do is eat, sleep, and watch T.V., literally all day long.

Some people would say that I probably did all this to myself, and I probably did to some extent, but I also have other reasons that I know played a role in it all. There were things going on with family, school, my health, and work that were not only wearing me down, but also left me feeling like I was stuck in such a repetitive routine that I absolutely hated.

As I’ve mentioned before in previous posts, school wore me down a lot. That played a big role in the way I was feeling. It was odd though, because I loved being able to dorm, especially in the apartment that I was in, it gave me a huge sense of independence that I absolutely loved; but I hated the classes part of it, which I know obviously I could not have one without the other.

Another part of me feeling the way that I did was how much I was working. As I mentioned in my Health & Fitness post, my last year of college I was working at The Cheesecake Factory, which in my opinion, working in a restaurant was FAR worse and much more time consuming then working retail, although working in a restaurant could be considered retail in a sense, but I’m talking clothing stores and such.  If you read my Health post, you know that I was working pretty much everyday of each week, and they would be ridiculously long hours. People sort of joke all the time about getting slaved at work, but working at Cheesecake was the purest definition of that. Monday through Thursday I would have classes, and typically end up working from 4 or 5pm- to 9pm if not closing at 11pm. Friday through Sunday, I was working 11:30am (opening) until about 9-10pm sometimes later. Now don’t get me wrong, to an extent I liked it, they were giving me all of those hours all the time because they liked and trusted the way I worked, and in the long run it looked great in my paychecks, which was great, but after a while it did wear me down tremendously. I was exhausted 90% of the time, and it got to the point where I had no motivation to go to school or work, because any type of little free-time I had I just wanted to sleep; OR I would try to create my own free-time by not going to classes or calling out of work.

It was bad. My tiredness and lack of motivation got to the point where I was having more bad days than I was good ones. I was getting so freaked out about what was going on with myself. I just truly felt hopeless overall, and like I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore.

I never told anyone when I started feeling the way that I did, because I didn’t even fully know or understand what was going on, so how was I even going to attempt to tell other people?

So for about a month I kept it all to myself; the only one who sort of knew was my boyfriend, not because I told him anything really, but because he saw the way I was acting and had a feeling that something was wrong. Then when I started to realize something was REALLY wrong, I did my own research on it all, what I was feeling, etc., (yeah I guess I was self-diagnosing, and they say not to do that, but I needed SOME type of answer at the time), and sure enough I got my answer. So I started talking to him about it, he asked his questions, I would answer to the best of my ability, and we just talked about it all until there wasn’t much left else to say. He was concerned obviously, and I threw around the idea to him about telling my parents, although I was scared about it. He knew how nervous I was about it, and so he advised to think it thoroughly through  before doing anything, and so I did and came to the conclusion that I would hold off from telling them for a while.

I have a variety of reasons for my being nervous to tell them. And everything I say is in no way, shape, form a way to bash them. It’s just my thoughts, and how I felt through it all. My parents are very old-school, so they don’t believe in a lot of things like depression and the like, especially for people my age if not younger. They believe in the whole “don’t think about it, just ignore it and it’ll go away” method. And I guess I don’t really blame them because they’ve never had to deal with things like that before within themselves or their families. They believe that people my age should never be depressed, because what do we actually have to be depressed for? Personally, I think it’s more an ‘in-denial’ thing, that they don’t necessarily want to believe their child is going through that, because they don’t want me to HAVE to go through that, which in itself is understandable of course, but it doesn’t mean what I’m feeling isn’t there, and I can’t just hide it. I mean I had for a long time, but not anymore.

Although I didn’t immediately decide to tell them, I did end up going to someone else in my family that I thought would be really helpful throughout it all, and that was my brother. I went to him because I figure I would be able talk to him about it, especially since he’s a psychologist, so I thought it would help. Sure enough, it did. I spoke to him about it, and his initial reaction was to be expected: anxious, worried, asking me a million and one question, etc. But there was a certain sense of comfort I got from speaking to him about it all. I also talked to him about the idea of bringing it up to my parents, I told him my concerns with it, but also why I felt like they should know. And him, just like my boyfriend, didn’t force me to do it or make me feel bad for having my thoughts about it, he simply just supported whatever I would end up deciding because I’m the one dealing with it.

I figure if I spoke to my mom about it, she would be more supportive and understanding then my dad would be, because although they both had that kind of old-school mentality, it was more him than it was her.

Sure enough, I made the call and started talking to my mom about it all. At first, her initial reaction was extremely frustrating and annoying, she did and said exactly what I was worried about that whole time. She told me not to think about it, just ignore it and it would go away, she told me I’m probably just over-thinking it, I just need to get up, stop being lazy and be more active to get myself out of that. And above all, I felt like she was trying to scare me when she brought up that if I went to a psychologist and everything ended up being true, they would probably end up making me take medication to stop it/make me feel better. I was so pissed off at everything she was saying. Is she serious right now? THAT’S her biggest concern at the moment? I then proceeded to let her know that everything she was saying was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to tell her or my dad about anything, because those were the last things I wanted/needed to hear.

And then I hung up.

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Following that day I didn’t want to speak to her or anyone else about how I was feeling again. With each day that passed she would constantly try to ask things like so how are you feeling? Are you better today? And I would give her the same answer all the time, “I’m fine.”

The way I was feeling would come and go a lot, and hit me at the most random times, so it was hard to give her or anyone a solid answer about how I was feeling, because in that moment I was okay, but an hour later I would feel completely different. A few days later, she told me that I should go see and talk to someone about how I was feeling, but I didn’t know how any of that worked or how to go about even finding someone, so I was super skeptical about it all. I ended up finding out that on campus at Purchase, they had this place called the Wellness Center, which I sort of knew about, but didn’t know exactly the type of programs and such that it offered. After looking into more information for that, I came to learn that it was an entire building for things like what I was feeling and those that are in far worse conditions. So, I booked an appointment to speak to a fellow psychologist.

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Therapy? Really?? Did I really just book an appointment for that? I considered skipping the appointment altogether and coming up with an excuse for why I didn’t go, but then I figured I should at least give it a shot once and see what happens.

Man, people aren’t kidding when they say that shit gets intense.

It was only an hour and a half, and from that, we managed to touch upon A LOT of hidden ground that I hadn’t spoken about to many people. Some of which is a little too personal to bring up in this post right now.

It freaked me out though, and I didn’t like how vulnerable I felt speaking to this woman that I didn’t know for a hole in the wall. She asked me to book another appointment for the following week, and I did, but I never showed up to that follow-up.

The way I was feeling kept coming and going, and it wasn’t like a headache that I could just take a Tylenol and it would go away within half hour or so. Sometimes it would last a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, and sometimes it would last an entire day. It was hard, but I kept taking it day by day. It wasn’t until my graduation that I finally let it known to everyone what I had been going through the past few months in an Instagram post. Yes, I know it was probably weird and cheesy for me to have done that on there, but it was a post expressing my gratitude and what I felt/thought was strength after finally graduating.

What now? 

Things are a bit different, I’m back home and closer to my friends and family, and have been able to do constructive things to keep myself busy to not think about the negatives. I get to read my books whenever I want, I get to come home from a long day’s work and not have to worry about homework, tests, or quizzes, and I just generally have more time for myself. I’m in a much better place now, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still struggle with the issues that I had, I still have my days where it hits me hard and I just feel really hopeless. And days where my anxiety attempts to get the best of me and keep me from stepping outside and doing the things I have to, but I try to fight through it each and every time to ensure that I live my life the way I want to, not by the things I go through that I know will eventually will pass, even if I never know how long it’ll take next time.

The Purpose

Following my one and only therapy appointment, during the last few weeks of school, I was watching Thirteen Reasons Why. Although I found it to be a really good, it did nothing at all to help me whatsoever, if anything, it made it a million times worse. To this day, I’m not exactly sure why, but all I know is, when I finished watching the show, it freaked me out so much that I couldn’t sleep for like a week. And I think the reason it freaked me out was because of how weirdly relatable it was to me. No, I never thought about suicide, and no I didn’t have thirteen reasons as to why I was depressed, but the way Hannah kept trying at life, with people, work, her parents, etc., and it kept always seeming to fail, got me. Also, how much she thought and expected for her parents to figure it all out and help her without judging her, but they didn’t got me too. There were so many signs there she gave off, the ways she was feeling, and not a single person caught on to any of it.

mental health

It’s heartbreaking because there are way too many people in the world that are going through or have been through similar situations where they’re depressed and going through really heavy/deep stuff and they feel like they have no one to be there for them. Which, as a result, causes them more often than not to turn to the gruesome alternative of suicide.

I’m not writing this post to get any type of pity from anyone, or to have anyone write me after reading this and ask if I’m okay, and if I ever need anything to let them know; I’m writing this post because I know so many people that have gone through some serious shit, that they’ve felt like in the moment of it happening, they have absolutely no one to talk to. They feel like their alone, which as result causes them to handle things alone. It may not mean much for you to see or hear, but YOU ARE NOT ALONE. And I’m sorry that you feel alone right now, or that you did, but you have to know/understand that as cliche as it is, there is ALWAYS someone there, around you, or that you know who cares. Talk to SOMEONE, a family member, a friend, a significant other; someone WILL care. You don’t have to go through anything alone, and if you were like me, that you don’t know how to explain whatever is you’re going through, that’s okay. You can figure it out along the way, someone can help you figure it out. But you have to talk to someone, don’t wait until it’s too late to do or say something.

And parents, friends, strangers: watch out for the signs. There are always signs there. Yeah, sometimes it may be nothing, but other times it could be a whole lot, and they really do need you. Even if you may be wrong with what you think you see, at least you showed you cared and would be there for them. Don’t force anything from their end, but if they’re going to you and talking to you about something, hear them out, whether they’re old or young. They may not be exaggerating like you think, and they could know/feel a lot more than you would expect, and with whatever it is they’re going through, they could use all the love, help, and support they could get. Overall, just be mindful. Be mindful of what you say and do to people because you really have no idea how big or small of an impact you can have on a person, whether positive or negative.

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Food for thought. Enjoy the weekend everyone!

 

-Xoxo Leo Girl.