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    Alive, Apparently, and Come Over: I'm a therapist and keep this poster
 in my waiting room, apparently it's
 saved a few lives
 I DONT LIKE THE PHRASE "A CRY FOR HELP"ェJuST DONT LKE
 HOW IT SOuNDS, WHEN SOMEBODY SAYS TO ME, "I'M THINKING
 ABOUT SUICIDE, I HAVE A PLAN: I JUST NEED A REASON NOT TO
 DOITTHE LAST THING I SEE IS HELPLESSNESS.
 I THINK: YOUR DEPRESSION HAS BEEN BEATING YOU UP FOR YEARS.
 IT'S CALLED YOU UGLY, AND STUPID, AND PATHETIC, AND A FAILURE,
 FOR SO LONG THAT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN THAT IT'S WRONG. YOU DON'T
 SEE ANY GOOD IN YOURSELF, AND YOu DON'T HAVE ANY HOPE.
 BUT STILL, HERE YOu ARE: YOU'VE COME OVER TO ME, BANGED ON MY
 DOOR, AND SAID, "HEY! STAYING ALIVE IS REALLY HARD RIGHT NOW!
 JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING TO FIGHT WITHI I DON'T CARE IF IT'S
 A STICK! GIVE ME A STICK AND I CAN STAY ALIVE!"
 HOW IS THAT HELPLESS? I THINK THAT'S INCREDIBLE. YOU'RE LIKE
 A MARINE: TRAPPED FOR YEARS BEHIND ENEMY LINES, YOUR GUN
 HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY, YOU'RE OUT OF AMMO, YOU'RE
 MALNOURISHED, AND YOU'VE PROBABLY CAIGHT SOME KIND OF
 JUNGLE VIRUS THAT'S MAKING YOU HALLLICINATE GIANT SPIDERS
 AND YOU'RE STILL JUST GOING, "GIVE ME A STICK.
 I'M NOT DYING OUT HERE."
 "A CRY FOR HELP" MAKES IT SOND LIKE I'M SuppOSED TO
 AKE PITY ON YOu, BUT YOU DON'T NEED MY PITY THIS ISNT
 PATHETIC. THIS IS THE WILL TO SURVIVE. THIS IS HOW HUMANS
 LIVED LONG ENOIGH TO BECOME THE DOMINANT SPECIES.
 WITH NO HOPE, RUNNING ON NOTHING, YOU'RE READY TO CLIT
 THROUGH A HUNDRED MILES OF HOSTILE JUNGLE WITH NOTHING
 BUT A STICK, IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES TO GET TO SAFETY
 ALL IM DOING IS HANDING OUT STICKS
 YOU'RE THE ONE STAYING ALIVE
irondad-not-ironsad:
aurora-nerin:

tea-rabbits:

ultimate-science-nerd:


positivelyqueerace:


dreamsrainandwitchythings:

intp-again:

muslimintp-1999-girl:


asexualchristian:

mentalmentalhealth:

girlwhorpsalot:

I needed this.


Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it.  I really needed this right now. Thank you!

Yeah
 Not gonna lie
 I cried



We need more people like this


Goddamn it stop making me feel human

The therapist I wanna be.

Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.


I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.


Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image.  It always helps — even on the good days.  
Because it wasn’t weakness.  It wasn’t shameful to seek help.  It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”.  I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else.  I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.

this is fuckin incredible. 


I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Alive, Apparently, and Come Over: I'm a therapist and keep this poster
 in my waiting room, apparently it's
 saved a few lives
 I DONT LIKE THE PHRASE "A CRY FOR HELP"ェJuST DONT LKE
 HOW IT SOuNDS, WHEN SOMEBODY SAYS TO ME, "I'M THINKING
 ABOUT SUICIDE, I HAVE A PLAN: I JUST NEED A REASON NOT TO
 DOITTHE LAST THING I SEE IS HELPLESSNESS.
 I THINK: YOUR DEPRESSION HAS BEEN BEATING YOU UP FOR YEARS.
 IT'S CALLED YOU UGLY, AND STUPID, AND PATHETIC, AND A FAILURE,
 FOR SO LONG THAT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN THAT IT'S WRONG. YOU DON'T
 SEE ANY GOOD IN YOURSELF, AND YOu DON'T HAVE ANY HOPE.
 BUT STILL, HERE YOu ARE: YOU'VE COME OVER TO ME, BANGED ON MY
 DOOR, AND SAID, "HEY! STAYING ALIVE IS REALLY HARD RIGHT NOW!
 JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING TO FIGHT WITHI I DON'T CARE IF IT'S
 A STICK! GIVE ME A STICK AND I CAN STAY ALIVE!"
 HOW IS THAT HELPLESS? I THINK THAT'S INCREDIBLE. YOU'RE LIKE
 A MARINE: TRAPPED FOR YEARS BEHIND ENEMY LINES, YOUR GUN
 HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY, YOU'RE OUT OF AMMO, YOU'RE
 MALNOURISHED, AND YOU'VE PROBABLY CAIGHT SOME KIND OF
 JUNGLE VIRUS THAT'S MAKING YOU HALLLICINATE GIANT SPIDERS
 AND YOU'RE STILL JUST GOING, "GIVE ME A STICK.
 I'M NOT DYING OUT HERE."
 "A CRY FOR HELP" MAKES IT SOND LIKE I'M SuppOSED TO
 AKE PITY ON YOu, BUT YOU DON'T NEED MY PITY THIS ISNT
 PATHETIC. THIS IS THE WILL TO SURVIVE. THIS IS HOW HUMANS
 LIVED LONG ENOIGH TO BECOME THE DOMINANT SPECIES.
 WITH NO HOPE, RUNNING ON NOTHING, YOU'RE READY TO CLIT
 THROUGH A HUNDRED MILES OF HOSTILE JUNGLE WITH NOTHING
 BUT A STICK, IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES TO GET TO SAFETY
 ALL IM DOING IS HANDING OUT STICKS
 YOU'RE THE ONE STAYING ALIVE
irondad-not-ironsad:
aurora-nerin:

tea-rabbits:

ultimate-science-nerd:


positivelyqueerace:


dreamsrainandwitchythings:

intp-again:

muslimintp-1999-girl:


asexualchristian:

mentalmentalhealth:

girlwhorpsalot:

I needed this.


Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it.  I really needed this right now. Thank you!

Yeah
 Not gonna lie
 I cried



We need more people like this


Goddamn it stop making me feel human

The therapist I wanna be.

Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.


I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.


Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image.  It always helps — even on the good days.  
Because it wasn’t weakness.  It wasn’t shameful to seek help.  It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”.  I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else.  I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.

this is fuckin incredible. 


I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it

                
            

            
            
irondad-not-ironsad:
aurora-nerin:

tea-rabbits:

ultimate-science-nerd:


positivelyqueerace:


dreamsrainandwitchythings:

intp-again:

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    Dad, Fucking, and Graffiti: princessnijireiki:
bogleech:

bogleech:
A rare giant hellbender salamander found dead because some hiker’s rock-stacking collapsed on her.I didn’t even know rock stacking was a thing until this year but there are many ways it disrupts the environment.
*Ever since it caught on as a form of white hipster “meditation” there are actually so many hikers who stack rocks now as a hobby that it collectively pollutes streams with sediment that the rocks would otherwise be filtering and reduces the populations of countless organisms that grow and nest among said rocks.
http://www.wideopenspaces.com/rock-stacking-natural-graffitti-ecological-impact/
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/stacking-rocks-wilderness-no-good-180955880/
http://www.takepart.com/article/2016/08/25/new-graffiti-national-parks-fight-stone-stackers/

It’s also weird (and by weird, I mean utterly predictable) how when I first saw this hipster rock stacking thing taking off, it was in specific emulation of inuksuit  other Native cairn practices as the new wave appropriated meditation flavor of the moment.
It was a blip on my radar because I’m not tapped into like
 white upper middle class hipster earthy-crunchiness— my dad does earthy-crunchy for a living  I lived in the deep woods for three years, so fucking with rocks  streams for no reason genuinely feels like the biggest waste of time I can imagine while hiking— and tbh I think I only heard about it bc of the blatant appropriation thing.
But it truly is amazing
 how with nothing, with nothing, some people still find a way to destroy everything around them.
Because they “love nature” insofar as it can be used  consumed by them for entertainment, or a brief vacation (in the same way as they “love” the people they steal culture from); but not enough to respect that they are visitors in a living ecosystem that does not exist for their consumption or as their playthings. And so they don’t believe their actions have negative impacts, because that requires enough self awareness to view the world around them as not needing their input, and to view themselves as an invasive or destructive force by way of that uninvited meddling turned hobby.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Dad, Fucking, and Graffiti: princessnijireiki:
bogleech:

bogleech:
A rare giant hellbender salamander found dead because some hiker’s rock-stacking collapsed on her.I didn’t even know rock stacking was a thing until this year but there are many ways it disrupts the environment.
*Ever since it caught on as a form of white hipster “meditation” there are actually so many hikers who stack rocks now as a hobby that it collectively pollutes streams with sediment that the rocks would otherwise be filtering and reduces the populations of countless organisms that grow and nest among said rocks.
http://www.wideopenspaces.com/rock-stacking-natural-graffitti-ecological-impact/
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/stacking-rocks-wilderness-no-good-180955880/
http://www.takepart.com/article/2016/08/25/new-graffiti-national-parks-fight-stone-stackers/

It’s also weird (and by weird, I mean utterly predictable) how when I first saw this hipster rock stacking thing taking off, it was in specific emulation of inuksuit  other Native cairn practices as the new wave appropriated meditation flavor of the moment.
It was a blip on my radar because I’m not tapped into like
 white upper middle class hipster earthy-crunchiness— my dad does earthy-crunchy for a living  I lived in the deep woods for three years, so fucking with rocks  streams for no reason genuinely feels like the biggest waste of time I can imagine while hiking— and tbh I think I only heard about it bc of the blatant appropriation thing.
But it truly is amazing
 how with nothing, with nothing, some people still find a way to destroy everything around them.
Because they “love nature” insofar as it can be used  consumed by them for entertainment, or a brief vacation (in the same way as they “love” the people they steal culture from); but not enough to respect that they are visitors in a living ecosystem that does not exist for their consumption or as their playthings. And so they don’t believe their actions have negative impacts, because that requires enough self awareness to view the world around them as not needing their input, and to view themselves as an invasive or destructive force by way of that uninvited meddling turned hobby.

                
            

            
            
princessnijireiki:
bogleech:

bogleech:
A rare giant hellbender salamander found dead because some hiker’s rock-stacking collapsed on her.I ...