People with anxiety don’t have a train of thought. We have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming.
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.
The power of small gestures goes both ways.
On the night before my 17th birthday I lounged around the house sobbing and looking up the best way to kill myself. When I finally decided to just buy a bunch of sleeping pills I did my makeup really nicely and changed into different clothes and decided i would wait until everyone was asleep until I would walk to Walgreens. But my sister stayed up and at midnight she posted some pictures of me to her Instagram with the caption “happy birthday trinity, pls dont kill yourself” (kind of joking and kind of serious because she could see how bad I was doing) and it made me cry really hard and realize how much I appreciate her. The rest of the night we stayed up in the living room playing with my cats.
This nigga hacked/stole my gay porn blog. Cause, I wouldn’t post his pictures that he submitted.
My friend sent me screenshots of her begging him to delete the nudes he still had of her from like 2 years prior when they dated and he absolutely refused!
He’s a fuckin weirdo. You would think he’d be a lil more understanding seeing how he didn’t want anyone to know he used to do Chaturbate shows and shit.
aw, I was so happy for this post
Lmao this why we can’t have nice things
As soon as you post the pics niggas got a story to tell.
Well I mean they actually got together months ago and this whole post is staged so is it really “as soon as you post the pics” 🤔
