Don't let them hurt you.

IF THIS BLOG TRIGGER YOU ANYWAY, PLEASE, LEAVE. Just me. 16, Spain. Loves music, hate myself. i'm nothing special, don't expect too much from me. HW: 132 lbs. LW: 110 lbs. CW: 132 lbs. GW: 110 lbs. UGW: disappear. *Dear Tumblr, I am not promoting any fucking thing. This is a place to express myself. Please, leave me and my blog alone.*

I thought today was a good day to make my last post. To say definitely goodbye to this blog.

Today’s 1/20/2013. Exactly one year ago, the 1/20/2012, I attempted suicide for the first time. I remember it well. It was a friday. I was so hopeless, so tired and hurted. I swallowed 17 aspirines. The following day, I woke up puking, dizzing and I couldn’t hear almost anything.

I can’t say I “regret” it, to be honest. Because in that situation, I thought I wasn’t going any better, I thought my fate was just die. I would like to “go back to the past”, and tell myself that, in fact, there’s hope. That it really gets better.

I asked for help one week after that suicide attempt. I started going to a psychologist, I started taking antidepressants and that stuff.

I thought that taking pills and telling my family the truth was going to solve everthing. But if you really want to get better, you have to work for it.

For me, the most important step was taking music serious. I started thinking about music like a destiny, not only like an escape. 

The second important step was making changes. I stoped posting in this blog. I changed to another high school. I started going out more frecuently. I started studying music harder.

Pills didn’t solve anything really. I’ve been trough  very hard times this year. I relapsed, I’m not gonna lie. I still think about my weight, but now is less obssesing.

I’ve make new friends and, altough I still have lots of things and personal problems to solve, I’m so much better now. Now I don’t think about suicide, really. I can’t say I’m happy. I wasn’t either before I got depression.

What I wanna say is that there is hope. I know what you’re thinking, there’s hope for anybody else but me. I also thought that. I thought that everyone here in Tumblr was beautiful, deserve to be happy and should ask for help. Everyone, except me. But it’s not. You can get thought this too. Depression is not what you are. Is something that is happening to you. It’s hard, it hurts and most of the time you can’t see an exit. But I do think that you can win this battle.

Well, I told it, this is a goodbye. I won’t “close” this Tumblr, because I might want to look at this in the future. But I sure won’t post anything.

I really hope you all get better, and win the depression. I’m sure you can. I love you, and even if you don’t know it, there’s someone who lives because of you. 

Love xxx

I’m leaving for a while xxx

Hi, guys. I’ve been thinking and I wanted to let you know that I’m going to leave this site, at least for a while.
I’ve just been arguing with my mum. I’m just too tired of pretending, so I told her the truth: I don’t wanna keep taking my antidepressants cause I feel exactly the way I did when I started taking them, more than 9 months ago.
I feel exhausted, so tired of pretending I’m ok.
This blog sometimes is good for me. It makes me feel that I’m not alone, and it helps me try to figure out the reasons why I am depressed.
But I think in my lowest moments it can be a trigger, and I can’t take this anymore.
I’ve said it, idk if I’ll be back in four days or if I’ll never come back or… I just don’t have the slightest idea.
I’ll try to be honest to my psychologist, but sometimes I feel like giving up.
Thank you so much to everyone that have ever sent me any nice message, everyone who follows me. My 168 followers make me feel accompanied.
Please, everyone who reads this: stay fucking strong. Don’t let the stupid depression win the battle. YOU ARE A FIGHTER, YOU MUST WIN.
Bye, I’ll miss you all xxxxx.

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angels exist among us

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there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest times
times

we will know it

we will know it
more than
ever

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and

we will wait
and
wait

in that space.

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