37 Reasons Why I Am Always Triggered

37 Reasons Why I Am Always Triggered

Trigger warning: everything.

Here are just a few of the reasons why I am salty as fuck:

1. I am triggered when my roommates don't wash their dishes for two days and it's like a volcano about to explode

2. I am triggered when there is a boob gap when I wear a button down

3. I am triggered when the line for ABP is too long and I am late for class

4. I am triggered when cars don't hit me at a pedestrian walk so I have to pay my own tuition

5. I am triggered when buses see me running toward the bus and leave anyway...

6. I am triggered when my socks fall down and feel like there is a lego in my shoe


8. I am triggered when someone sits in my unassigned assigned seat and I can't talk to my friends during class

9. I am triggered when my seedless grapes aren't really seedless

10. I am triggered when people pronounce "crayon" as "crown"

11. I am triggered when the same dude keeps deleting you from Snapchat, and then keeps re-adding you to be nosy

12. I am triggered when there are no weights that I can lift and can't get swole

13. I am triggered when a bitch is too busy texting and not squatting

14. I am triggered when people wear white socks with black tennis shoes

15. I am triggered when Qudoba only give me one scoop of queso, not one and a half

16. I am triggered when dudes drunk FaceTime you and disrupt your beauty sleep

17. I am triggered by emotions.

18. I am triggered when people say some nasty shit over text, but stroke like a 4-year-old finger painting

19. I am triggered when the head is 100%, but the dick feels like you just drank a bottle of NyQuil

20. I am triggered when my laundry takes 3 dryer cycles to completely dry and then you burn yourself trying to get it out

21. I am triggered when my Hot Pocket burns my mouth and feels like lava.

22. I am triggered when the Pinterest recipe lies and you end up burning the food, even though you followed the instructions exactly

23. I am triggered when your friends try to set you up with their weird friend who probably lives with their parents still and sells spice to middle schoolers for 60$ for an 1/8th.

24. I am triggered when gas is $2.50 a gallon and not 5 cents like it should be

25. I am triggered when my best friend doesn't want to listen to my drama for two hours

26. I am triggered when my main hoe and side hoe are busy so you sit there like...

27. I am triggered when a customer doesn't tell me "you too" when I say "Have a good day"

28. I am triggered when people say triggered too much

29. I am triggered when someone throws out the Cookout I have been saving in your fridge for 3 days

30. I am triggered when I just did laundry, and I can't find any matching socks

31. I am triggered when my ho-tation falls apart and dudes realize that I am a fuck

32. I am triggered when I miss happy hour by 5 minutes, and they won't give me the happy hour prices

33. I am triggered when I see anyone I know from high school

34. I am triggered every time I see a person I used to fuck with existing in my general area

35. I am triggered when everyone I used to know is pregnant, married, a drug addict, or doing more successful things than me

36. I am triggered when frat dudes wear shorts with Nikes and mid-calf socks.

37. I am triggered by how triggered I am.

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Everything You Will Miss If You Commit Suicide

The world needs you.

You won't see the sunrise or have your favorite breakfast in the morning.

Instead, your family will mourn the sunrise because it means another day without you.

You will never stay up late talking to your friends or have a bonfire on a summer night.

You won't laugh until you cry again, or dance around and be silly.

You won't go on another adventure. You won't drive around under the moonlight and stars.

They'll miss you. They'll cry.

You won't fight with your siblings only to make up minutes later and laugh about it.

You won't get to interrogate your sister's fiancé when the time comes.

You won't be there to wipe away your mother's tears when she finds out that you're gone.

You won't be able to hug the ones that love you while they're waiting to wake up from the nightmare that had become their reality.

You won't be at your grandparents funeral, speaking about the good things they did in their life.

Instead, they will be at yours.

You won't find your purpose in life, the love of your life, get married or raise a family.

You won't celebrate another Christmas, Easter or birthday.

You won't turn another year older.

You will never see the places you've always dreamed of seeing.

You will not allow yourself the opportunity to get help.

This will be the last sunset you see.

You'll never see the sky change from a bright blue to purples, pinks, oranges, and yellows meshing together over the landscape again.

If the light has left your eyes and all you see is the darkness, know that it can get better. Let yourself get better.

This is what you will miss if you leave the world today.

This is who will care about you when you are gone.

You can change lives. But I hope it's not at the expense of yours.

We care. People care.

Don't let today be the end.

You don't have to live forever sad. You can be happy. It's not wrong to ask for help.

Thank you for staying. Thank you for fighting.

Suicide is a real problem that no one wants to talk about. I'm sure you're no different. But we need to talk about it. There is no difference between being suicidal and committing suicide. If someone tells you they want to kill themselves, do not think they won't do it. Do not just tell them, “Oh you'll be fine." Because when they aren't, you will wonder what you could have done to help. Sit with them however long you need to and tell them it will get better. Talk to them about their problems and tell them there is help. Be the help. Get them assistance. Remind them of all the things they will miss in life.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline — 1-800-273-8255

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Dear Anxiety, Thank You For Everything You Do And What You Make Me Do

My anxiety definitely isn't an easy thing to handle, but I wouldn't give it up for the world.


I've always been a worrier. As long as I can remember, I've spent hours upon hours overthinking even the simplest of things, like whether or not something I mentioned in passing twelve years ago could have upset someone. Even ask my mom, she'll tell you all about the times I used to worry about silly little things since I was able to really worry about things at all. Now, worrying about literally everything that crosses my mind may seem like a hassle, and it is, but I truly don't think I would be where I am today without it.

Anxiety is a bitch. There, I said it. Short and sweet. It sucks, in all honesty, and is one of the hardest things to overcome that I have ever experienced in my lifetime (Not that it's been all that long, but you get what I mean here, right?) I spend so much time worrying that I barely take the time to sit back and look at how much I have accomplished rather than how much I have left to do. For example, I have four assignments and exams standing between me and summer but am I focusing on how little that is to do? Nope. I am spending every waking hour panicking about when and how I'm going to finish that work when I know full well that I have more than enough time to do so.

Yes, my anxiety keeps me from seeing the positives sometimes, but it really does motivate me. I mean, why else would I be up at three in the morning writing a paper that's due in a week when I work at 7 a.m. and have more than enough time in the next week to do it? Thanks to anxiety, I'll be exhausted for the next 24 hours, but hey, that work that doesn't need to be done for a long time is done and I can sleep later. Or so I think right now. I'm sure some little assignment or task will pop up that I have to finish by June that I feel the need to cram for right now.

So I guess this is my thank you to my anxiety. Thanks for motivating me by causing daily breakdowns over dropping a bobby pin behind my mini fridge or a page long paper that I have to turn in in two months. Thank you for keeping me on my toes constantly and pushing me so hard that I somehow ended up so far ahead in my classes. Where would I be without you? Probably a lot calmer, but with piles of assignments to finish at an appropriate time.

Thanks for everything you do - and make me do.

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