*kicks down your bedroom door* I’M BACK.
Ending my tumblr break because I feel like I have been sufficiently productive over the past week. :) I finished that long-ass paper that was due on Thursday of last week, and I think I did a pretty good job on it, too. I’ll post it on here at some point. All I have to do now is take one online quiz, and finish one more long-ass paper by Thursday. I got a decent start on the paper yesterday, so hopefully I can muddle my way through the rest of it over the next couple of days.
This one paper is worth a disgustingly large part of our semester grade, though. Who does that?
I hope you all have been doing well, and that the weather and/or final exams haven’t been getting you down. <3
I lied because even though depression is so common in Asian American communities, we rarely talked about it. The message I grew up with: your mental struggles are our own; it’s up to you to find the inner strength to “ren,” to endure.
The character for “ren” 忍 is the character for “knife” over the “heart.” Endure even when there’s a knife in your heart.
In my thirties I discovered talk therapy, tried to get my parents to go. Their response was basically: “That’s for white people.” “They hook you in,” my mother said. “You can never be cured.”
I wish mental illness didn’t come with stigmas. I wish I could have told my parents that my mind had broken just as easily as if I had to tell them my arm had broken. Smiling Selfies and Other Lies (via pbnpineapples)
if you gave me $1000 to spend I would still click lowest to highest price
do you ever look back at your relationship with someone on the internet and just think oh my god i’m so fucking glad i clicked follow they make my life so much better