Some Pick-Me-Up Songs

So, I have to say, glancing over my last couple of posts, what I have been writing about is pretty dark. Honestly, yes, my thoughts are turned there quite a bit, but that doesn't mean that all my posts will be like that. Its just those heat of the moment things... where I have to get something out lest I break and all that. 

So! Though I am still feeling like garbage, I wanted to try and pick up not only myself, but list a couple songs that will usually help remind me that, yes, things are bad, but we can still overcome. Somehow. We can. 

First up?

Hold On

Wilson Philips

Yes. It's older song, but who cares? The mess it shares... To hold on in spite of everything because eventually, one day, hopefully, things will change. 

Stand

Rascal Flatts

Here is a song that describes exactly how it feels. The world is overwhelming and terrible, but there is still something good that can come of it. After all, 'life's like a novel with the end ripped out'. We can write our own pages, our own destinies. We just have to keep standing back up. 

Who Says

Selena Gomez

Finally. A song out there that, though on the surface its telling you to ignore the haters, is telling you to accept who you are, because honestly? Who cares what the others think. A little hard to put into put into practice, but its there. 

And lastly, this time around.... 

I'll Be Okay

McFly

The perfect sentiment. When the days are going just as bad as they possibly can, just get through the day, and don't to tell yourself that you'll be alright. Thing's really will be okay. Eventually. 

In Memory of a Legend

Yes... I'm slow to post... but... well? Too bad.

Robin Williams, one of my idols from years of watching his movies, killed himself on Monday. When I first heard about it, I wanted to laugh it off, believing it to be one of those moronic death hoaxes that have been floating around the internet at first. Since I sleep during the day, there was plenty of time for such a stupid prank to go viral, right? But as I started looking into it, reading multiple sources from multiple news channels and newspapers, I realized... He really was gone.

I spent most of the evening when I heard about it choking back the sobs. I was at work, or I'd probably just let the tears flow. The world lost a legend. Plain and simple. He'll forever be missed, but a good friend of mine, my best friend, actually, made a statement the day it happened. Make August 11th a day of remembrance. Celebrate his life with laughter and joy. After all... it was he who had brought joy to millions upon millions of people. Shouldn't we do the same?

See what I mean?

It wasn't even a couple days before this blog fell off the face of the earth into the black abyss yet again. It was those two posts. Those two days of promising myself that this time around it would be different, and look where it got me. Absolutely nowhere. 

-sighs- 

I wish I could say the past few months of my life have been filled with joy and happiness beyond my wildest dreams, but I would be lying. Miserably, might I add, if I said such a thing. And... much as I might tell that lie to someone's face, pretending that everything is okay when deep inside I'm racked with pain... And even then, my ability to hide how I'm feeling is faltering again. 

So there. I won't sugar coat it. It's been a rough couple of months, speckled with a few days where things really were okay, piled onto a rough couple of years. 

But I also don't want to get into it. 

I read an article the other day about some of the worst things a person can say to another with depression and anxiety, and I had to admit I was laughing and nodding about it. I agree, wholeheartedly. Telling me to get over it won't alleviate my symptoms. Telling me that I should be grateful it's not worse, or that someone else out there has something real to cry about doesn't help either. sadly... there are a million other things that just... don't say them. Especially if you don't know the person. 

I am one of those that if I come to you, I don't always want advice. I rarely want you to comment on my little things. And don't tell me, when I'm already struggling with my faith, that how I'm feeling is a test from God. That He would never give me anything more than I can handle. Because honestly? Look at world... How can you say that He wouldn't when there are people out there that are taking their lives because of the troubles they are having? Even me... the thought of taking my life has crossed my mind more than once these past couple months. Are we given more than we can handle just to see which one of us breaks first?

I'm sure I'm going to get backlash for actually publishing that last statement, but its the truth. It's how I've been feeling. 

Instead... just listen to me. Let me talk. Let me cry. Don't tell me to get over it. Don't try to make me look at the bigger picture, because honestly? In the heat of the moment, I don't care about the bigger picture, and you trying to force my hand makes me feel guilt, and thusly even worse. Just... don't. Listen. Be there. That's all...