Last time I checked, no striking resident doctor had ever ripped the NHS off for £200m of unusable PPE

Let’s normalize this: 🚫 Cutting off toxic parents 🚫 Not attending family events 🚫 Saying “no” without guilt 🚫 Protecting your peace 🚫 Choosing your own family Blood isn’t a free pass to abuse people.

Mental illness isn’t always visible • It’s showing up when you feel like disappearing. • It’s small talk when your heart is screaming. • It’s keeping it together so no one knows how bad it is. You’re not weak. You’re fighting battles no one sees.

People who carry trauma are often experts at pretending they’re fine. They smile when they’re dissociating. They say “I’m tired” when they mean “I’m breaking.” They push through because they were taught that being “too much” makes people leave. But the weight of pretending is its

You don’t need the perfect words to support someone who's struggling. Just being there, listening, and showing you care can mean more than you realise. We’ve put together some words for when finding the right ones feels tough 👇

When someone says “I want to die,” they’re not always saying “I want death.” Sometimes they’re saying: “I’m scared.” “I’m in pain.” “I feel invisible.” “I’ve tried everything and nothing works.” “I don’t want this life. Not like this.” It’s not attention-seeking. It’s survival.

Depression isn’t always tears. It’s brushing your teeth for the first time in days and calling that a win. It’s replying “I’m okay” because explaining feels fucking impossible. It’s surviving in silence while the world moves on. Be gentle with those who seem distant. You never

Mentally in an extremely low place, my summer so far has been spent sleeping or on the sofa, dazing the day away. Everything feels heavy and pointless. Not posting for sympathy, just tired of pretending I’m ok. People can look functional but can be completely lost inside.

So many people stay silent about their suicidal thoughts… Not because they want to but because they’re terrified of what will happen if they speak up. Being hospitalized. Judged. Labelled. We don’t talk enough about the fear behind the silence. People need safety, not

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Not all panic attacks are loud. Some look like: • Staring at nothing for 15 minutes • Mind going completely blank • Sudden nausea • Needing to lie on the floor • Feeling detached from your body

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Today feels unbearably heavy. It’s as though I could walk out the door and never return. Living with suicidal thoughts is beyond words, and while talking about them can help some, my mind convinces me that life is too painful to stay. I wish I wasn’t in this headspace, but I am

A suicidal mind is not selfish. It’s exhausted. It’s hurting. It’s had enough. It’s human.

Loneliness isn’t always being alone. It’s sitting in a crowded room and feeling invisible. It’s wishing someone would notice you’re not okay. It’s having so much to say, but swallowing it because you’re not sure anyone would understand anyway.

Survivors rarely say, “I need help.” They say, “I’ll figure it out.” “It’s fine.” “I’ve been through worse.” They smile when they’re breaking. They keep it light. Because life taught them that being vulnerable can cost you the people you love.

Being suicidal doesn’t always look like writing a note. Sometimes it’s whispering “I can’t do this anymore” into your pillow for the 30th night in a row. It’s crossing the street hoping a car won’t stop. It’s not wanting to die, but also not caring if you do.