Day: July 5, 2016

This week: My four steps to motivate yourself out of depression

Wanted to re-blog this, in case it helps someone today 🙂

It. Starts. Now.

I’m planning to do four -step articles on how to overcome depression this week. I’m no expert, of course, but I’m just going to be sharing the steps I took to climb out of that abyss. The articles will be punctuated by some of my motivational poems, one of which is slightly religiously motivated, for those of you who are religious.

I’ll be posting one article each day detailing one step, for four days. It’s gonna include a description of the step, my experience taking the step, and what options you have, because naturally none of us are in the same situation. It’s mostly going to be me sharing my story. I hope y’all like it.

I went through depression because of several developments in my life, as it usually is. I’m a bit of a loner because my peers are mostly self-absorbed idiots with their heads in the clouds…

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Abortion

A poem on abortion I found on the internet a long time ago. Credit goes to whoever is the original author. I don’t even like looking at this poem because it makes me cry, sick and disgusted at people who do it for their own selfish reasons. May they get everything that they deserve for having the audacity to decide that they can simply snuff out a life because they’re too weak to take responsibility for their own actions, those people who would celebrate the victory of abortion over anything. You are sick people.

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Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy, I’m a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don’t like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can’t hear me.

Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I’m not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what’s abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No …

Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in someone’s arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me Mommy?

 

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

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I can’t even express the pain. These selfish people who would celebrate the death of a child, when there are millions of people who cannot have one. You are sick. Most highly the men who force women to have abortions, I honestly cannot think of anyone more deserving of Hell.

by nafisa_t13