#Lyrics Hold On-Good Charlotte

This world, this world is cold
But you don’t, you don’t have to go
You’re feeling sad, you’re feeling lonely
And no one seems to care
Your mother’s gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know

Your days, you say they’re way too long
And your nights, you can’t sleep at all
Hold on
And you’re not sure what you’re waiting for
But you don’t want to know more
You’re not sure what you’re looking for
But you don’t want to know more

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don’t stop looking, you’re one step closer
Don’t stop searching, it’s not over
Hold on

What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you’re doing to me?
Go ahead
What are you waiting for?

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don’t stop looking, you’re one step closer
Don’t stop searching, it’s not over

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Hold on

 

This song was written by the band because of fans writing letters detailing how bad their lives were. The band felt like it was their duty to write this song in response to that so that their fans will know that they need to hold on.

This song has personally helped me through a lot of bad thoughts. One of the anti anxiety medications that I was on caused me to be suicidal. This song happened to come on the radio at the exact time I was looking for a sturdy beam. I stopped to listen to it and sing along. And instead of finding a beam, I found my Good Charlotte CD’s and had a music session. I also decided then that I wanted to throw those meds away. And I did. I haven’t been back on that type. I also don’t plan on it.

I am a personal believer that music is therapy. I read  somewhere that when you’re happy you listen to the music. But when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics. I always understand the lyrics and listen to music based upon my moods. I couldn’t imagine not listening to something because of its lyrics or message.

No matter how small

This post isn’t really about me. I mean in a way it is It is about every single one of us. Every single person who battles a mental illness. Every single day we get up and fight a battle with mental health. We are stronger than we imagine. Every single day, we make progress.

I admit I have been guilty of feeling like a failure if I haven’t made big enough progress. Like when I’m not less anxious than the day before. Maybe yesterday I had a panic attack and today I didn’t. Although that doesn’t feel like a lot of progress to me…it is still progress. It is a step forward to controlling my anxiety disorder.

I feel like we need that reminder. We live in a world where having any sort of mental illness is extremely frowned upon. A world where seeking help means you’re crazy and you need to be locked away. I know I feel ashamed telling anyone that I suffer from anxiety disorder because they think I am either being shy or naive. In this stigma filled world, I feel that we need to remind each other that progress is still progress, no matter how small. I feel that we all need to encourage one another.

So, if you are reading this. You are enough. Your progress is beautiful. Your progress is still progress. Keep your head up. You are not alone

#Lyrics I’m Just a Kid-Simple Plan


I waited ’til 11
To figure out that no one would call
I think I got a lot of friends
But I don’t hear from them
What’s another night all alone
When you’re spending every day on your own
And here it goes
I’m just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid
I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares ’cause I’m alone
And the world is
Having more fun then me
Tonight
And maybe when the night is dead
I’ll crawl into my bed
I’m staring at these four walls again
I’ll try to think about the last time
I had a good time
Everyone’s got somewhere to go
And they’re gonna leave me here on my own
And here it goes
I’m just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid
I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares
‘Cause I’m alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
What the hell is wrong with me
Don’t fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?
Wide awake I’m bored and
I can’t fall asleep
And every night is the worst night ever
I’m just a kid
I’m just a kid
I’m just a kid (I’m just a kid)
Yeah, I’m just a kid (I’m just a kid)
I’m just a kid (I’m just a kid)
I’m just a kid
And life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid
I know that its not fair
Nobody cares
‘Cause I’m alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
I’m just a kid
And all life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid
I know that its not fair
Nobody cares ’cause I’m alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
Nobody cares ’cause I’m alone
And the world is
Having more fun than me
Tonight
I’m all alone
Tonight
Nobody cares
Tonight
‘Cause I’m just a kid tonight
I remember when this song came out. I was in elementary school I believe. I know, right. I have been a fan for so many years. That is why I feel so bad that I didn’t know they had another album. That’s ok. I made up for it. I listened to the whole thing and it was awesome.
This song is so important. Especially to me. I feel like I am still a kid a lot of the time because others treat me that way. My brothers still think of me as their baby sister. Not someone who has gotten married and now has 2 kids. Oh no. I’m still a kid.
But this song is about being alone. or feeling alone. like no one cares about you. When I was younger, I had a lot of friends. Or at least I thought I did. But now? I have my mom that I talk to every day. My two kids. My husband and 2 friends that I talk to occasionally. I know I talk to one of them at least once a week.

People Simply Don’t Understand

 

I think anyone who has anxiety disorder knows that our mind is quite honesty our own worst enemy.  However, I feel like another issue with having anxiety is that no one seems to understand.  And when you try to explain, it’s like explaining chemistry to a 1st grader.

If that doesn’t give you a visual, I would like for you to explain chemical reactions, covalent bonds and anything else you would learn in chemistry (which I took when I was 17) to a 6 year old.

Not as easy as it sounds huh?

My family hasn’t always been understanding. In fact, I feel like the majority of my family is in denial. Because they simply cannot comprehend how I can look so normal but have something wrong with my head. I feel like if I had a heart problem then they would understand. But because we live in this stigma filled world, I doubt they will ever understand. And honestly, I doubt they would even care to understand. I have a lot of family who are self centered. If it’s not about them….forget about it.

So….I pretend. Around them. I pretend I am ok. There is so much that make up and a smile can hid.  Do I wish more people were accepting? Yes, that is why I keep posting…keep getting my voice out there.

Do I really think that I will have a band of followers like Talinda Bennington or any other celebrity that is making mental illness their journey? No. I really don’t. I am nobody. I live in a small town. I am a small voice. As small as a mouse. A squeak. But I do have 50 followers. And I am very thankful that they think my rants are worth following. (Thank you guys! you are my heroes)

But I think that one day….if we work together. If we keep getting our voice out there. If we keep telling people about our normal. That we are not like them and that it is ok. Then one day. we will break the stigma.

#Lyrics S.O.S-Good Charlotte

Is anybody listening?

Cause we don’t always feel like we are really being heard
Can they hear me when I call?
I’m shooting signals in the air
‘Cause I need somebody’s help

I say we because I think there are others who feel the same way I do. But I wasn’t always as closed off as I am now. I have needed help.
I can’t make it on my own
So I’m giving up myself

When no one would listen, I gave up on myself
Is anybody listening?
Listening

I’ve been stranded here and I’m miles away
Making signals hoping they’d save me
I lock myself inside these walls

Inside the walls of your mind. It is a very scary place.
‘Cause out there I’m always wrong

Why do I always feel wrong. Even when I am right
I don’t think I’m gonna make it
So while I’m sitting here
On the eve of my defeat
I’ll write this letter and hope it saves me

Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
‘Cause I need somebody’s help
I can’t make it on my own
So I’m giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
Listening

I’m stuck in my own head and I’m oceans away
Would anybody notice if I chose to stay?

does anyone notice when it gets really bad?
I’ll send an SOS tonight
Wonder if I will survive
How in the hell did I get so far away this time
So now I’m sitting here
The time of my departure’s near
I say a prayer
Please someone save me

Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
‘Cause I need somebody’s help
I can’t make it on my own
So I’m giving up myself
Is anybody listening?
Listening

I’m lost here
I can’t make it on my own
I don’t wanna die alone
I’m so scared
Drowning now
Reaching out
Holding on to everything I know
Crying out
Dying now
Need some help

This whole part sounds like they have dealt with depressions or anxiety. I feel like this is the common thoughts of anyone who has suffered.

Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
I need somebody’s help
I can’t make it on my own
So I’m giving up myself
Is anybody listening?

I was in the 7th grade when this album came out. I was super stoked. I couldn’t wait to get it. And it came in two varieties. You either got the life version or the death. I wanted the death one so bad. I knew every song. I knew every lyric. I could sing them any time any where. It was the first album that really spoke about what I was going thru at the time. I think 7th grade is when everything really started snowballing in regards to my mental illness. I was picked on. I was a chubby kid, a fat adult. I didn’t like what everyone else liked. I knew what cutting was so when a friend started, I knew why she was wearing long clothes in the heat and why she was constantly going to the bathroom. I would climb under the stalls on blood covered floors to take away the razor. I would clean her up and walk her to the counselor. It was an interesting year. Then 8th grade it got worse.  S.O.S is like an anthem of anyone who is stuck in their head. who suffers from a mental illness.

#Lyrics I don’t wanna be sad-Simple Plan

 

No, I don’t wanna be sad
I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more
It’s been twenty-eight days since I’ve seen the sunshine
‘Cause I just can’t seem to lift this cloud away
I swear all the tears I’ve cried could fill an ocean
I’ve been swimming in the sea of misery
I can’t find the strength to leave this bed
I’m locked up in my cuckoo head
I feel so low and I can’t let go
I’ve got all the symptoms, all the signs
I tell my friends I’ll be just fine
But truth be told, it’s getting old
No, I don’t wanna be sad
I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more (no, no, no)
And I know, some days will be bad
But I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more
I’ve tried every pill the doctor will prescribe me (I’ve tried, oh, oh, oh)
And I’ve put myself through weeks of therapy (weeks of therapy)
I’ve tried meditation yoga and pilates (I’ve tried, oh, oh, oh)
It’s like happiness just wasn’t meant for me (wasn’t meant for me)
But I’m through I’m done I’ve had enough
I’ll ditch this funk I tell you what
Just watch me now
‘Cause I won’t back down
I’ve got a bad ass personality
So I just need to set it free
It starts today
I’m on my way
No, I don’t wanna be sad
I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more (no, no, no)
And I know, some days will be bad
But I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more
I don’t wanna be sad (oh whoa, no no no)
I don’t wanna be sad (oh whoa, no no no)
I don’t wanna be sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad
No, I don’t wanna be sad
I don’t wanna be sad, sad, sad no more
And I know, some days will be bad
But I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more, woo
No, I don’t wanna be sad
I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more (no, no, no)
And I know, some days will be bad
But I don’t wanna be sad sad sad no more, woo
I don’t wanna be (no, no, no)
I don’t wanna be sad, sad, sad no more, woo
I don’t wanna be (no, no, no)
I don’t wanna be sad, sad, sad no more
 This is one of the newer Simple Plan songs that I found. I cannot believe that I didn’t realize that they were still making music. they were so huge when I was in middle school Every one was in love with the lead singer.
I think that everyone who deals with a mental illness will agree, we don’t want to be this way. It’s not like we chose to be this way. It just kind of happened. It is something that we are going to be struggling with every day. We will always be learning new ways to control our illness. We are warriors, We are strong, we are champions.
And every single day, we don’t wanna be sad no more.

You are not a burden

Having anxiety can be a complete burden sometimes. You’re constantly afraid for no logical reason. Your heart races and you can’t breath. Then there are the times where your anxiety completely takes over and keeps you from doing the things you really want to. Having anxiety can keep you from experiencing new things and man it is a burden.

 

However, having anxiety does not make you a burden. Talking it out doesn’t make you a burden. No matter how much that voice inside your head says it does. No, your support team is not tired of hearing you complain. Trust me. I always feel like I a being a burden to them. That they’d be better off if I would just shut up. But it is not true.

They are your support team for a reason. They love you. They understand that what you are doing is from an illness. They want to help. They want to listen. They want to better understand what is wrong. So even though it feels like the world is telling you to shut up and stop being a burden. I want you to stick your middle finger way up in the air (or even just metaphorically) and tell that stupid voice to shut the #$^$ up. Because you are not a burden.

I know it seems like having anxiety automatically makes you a burden, but it doesn’t. The only burden is anxiety itself. It causes you to have a hard time but it doesn’t make you a burden.