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One day the air is going to smell the same as it did when you were a child.
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nobeerreviews · 4 months
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The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.
-- John Green
(Konstanz, Germany)
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taboo-delusion · 28 days
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So, I just discovered something interesting.
This is a bit of a long one, so bear with me. It's important. Seriously.
I just woke up a few hours ago. My meds are starting to kick in. I was having a very serious and genuine, deep conversation (in-head) and it was... beautiful. It wasn't happy, but it was beautiful. Not the point.
Point is:
I had not had a single fucking intrusive thought today until someone made a noise in the other room.
I am so fucking PISSED OFF
Why my brain refuses to realize that intrusive thoughts CAUSED the good feeling to go away, I have no fucking idea. I've known that for almost a year now, yet my stupid fucking subconscious refuses to change anything it's doing
Before I snap my fucking android phone in half and yeet somebody's face into neptune, I thought I'd share the discovery!!!!
Basically:
MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS DID NOT START UNTIL SOMETHING STARTLED ME OUT OF FOCUS
AS I TYPE THIS, I REALIZE THAT INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS -AT LEAST FOR ADHDERS- ARE A SURVIVAL TACTIC.
Elaborating:
When you fall asleep and your heart slows too much, your body does the falling thing to make sure you're still alive.
It's not that intrusive thoughts are *Just* because your brain gets too quiet, It's because your life has never been completely quite before, or -like me- the few times it is quiet, something interrupts. And even if it doesn't piss you off, even if you don't jump like I do, your brain still registers it as not safe.
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Falling asleep, heart slows a lot-
Body: *Sends adrenaline just to make sure it still actually works.*
Drowning, even mostly unconscious-
Body and brain: *Hold onto that last half-breath even if it feels like you're head is going to explode.*
Going grocery shopping or talking to someone you think is cool-
Brain: *Remembers what it felt like the first time your guardian was indifferent or mean about something that made you happy or calm.*
Things around you actually get quiet-
Brain *Sends a thought you hate just to make sure you're prepared for a sudden problem.*
TDLR 1: Your brain isn't mean on purpose, It's just paranoid and still has a will to live.
Listen. I know I'm just some random dude from a weird blog. But I'm trying to translate, to assist. Maybe somebody else needs this realization as much as I do. I apologize for the yelling earlier. I'm still just as upset, but only at my dumbass subconscious. Now some time has passed, and I have regained self-control.
(I also apologize for the above paragraph, my brain nags for me to do this, but I can't remember why. So:)
I am no psychologist. Here are my qualifications (why you should listen to me):
As my friends call it- "Disturbingly self-aware at all times."
Paranoid Schizophrenic with actual (unrelated) OCD, with years of experience dealing with it- more healthily in recent years.
Philosophy and deep thinking is simply my default. I use metaphors, but everything in this post is entirely literal, ...except the angry threat. (*begrudgingly accepts disappointment*)
I am a fiction writer. I don't know about healing people/first aid, but I know a LOT about how anatomy works, with many deep-dives on the psychology/evolution side.
People irl generally consider me a genius? Idk how to gauge that, IQ tests are irrelevant with this type of... smart?. I've been compared to both Da Vinci and Einstein. So, ...actually that's pretty fuckin' cool- (I AM NOT TRYING TO BRAG! I APOLOGIZE IF IT COMES OFF THAT WAY! I've never put it all down like this, and I'm just surprised and questioning my reputation.)
(Also, I love playing detective, so naturally I call myself Batman XD.)
Autistic; I experience the world, and every situation, from a view without any context.
ADHD: My brain automatically -As a guardian I hate describes- "Can watch three different movies at the same time, all in fast forward, and can keep up with all of them." ... Well, yes, but technically no. Idk if other ADHD people do this, but my brain "connects the dots" so quickly, I end up laughing at jokes I've never heard before the 'punchline', because I've already figured out what you're going to say next.
Now combine all that. I am kicking depression's ass and now I want to help you do the same.
I have only mentioned the relevant things. Please keep in mind that ALL of these have both advantages and disasters. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I am running on four hours of sleep. For the love of whatever, I hope this actually helps someone other than me.
Qualifications are noted because: This is all stuff (and stuff like this) that I am just always casually aware of.
TLDR2: Even if I wasn't trying to help people feel better, Apparently I was born with a nat 20 perception/insight check, so please don't argue that I truly understand what I'm talking about here.
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akindplace · 2 years
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Sometimes people become so invested in self-improvement it just becomes a form a perfectionism. You start thinking that you will only have value when you become someone better (healthier, more successful, less stressed), but that better version of yourself can't really ever exist because it's not just better, it is perfect, someone with no flaws. You are worthy as you are now, even if you feel fucked up, unhappy, unhealthy. Growing is important and beautiful, but remember you will only ever grow into a better person, not a perfect creature.
You don't have to push yourself so much because you believe you can only be accepted when you are finally that idealized version of yourself that never makes mistakes, that you will only have value after you become perfect. That sets goals that are unreachable and attaches value into someone you should be, not who you are. You don't become worthy of love, of happiness or friends when you achieve this ultimate level in self-improvement. Life is about constant growth, learning, healing, and not about unlocking perfection, because humans can't be perfect because it's not a concept that everyone has the same opinion of, and it usually denotes a lot of people pleasing.
You are worthy of being accepted as you are today, while healing but still struggling, while happy but still feeling messy, because your value as a human being is not conditional on being a perfect person. You are worthy of a comfortable life now, don't postpone happiness as something you have to earn after becoming perfect, because you will never really be happy if you can't accept that you will always have flaws that you will keep working on. Self-improvement is about progression and not perfection.
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cafeblossomss · 4 months
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Reasons to Live:
cats i haven’t gotten to pet yet
books i haven’t read that will be my new favorite
flowers blooming in the spring and summer
when i make the perfect cup of coffee
new seasons of my favorite tv shows
plants on my wishlist that i haven’t bought yet
the color of the leaves in the fall
getting to thrift some wishlist items
seeing the people i love succeed
eating bowls of mac and cheese and soft pretzels
the way the sunlight filters into our home
finding a new favorite candle scent
trying out new restaurants
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rachmob · 4 months
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cjnacjnaocnaocin I love angst, it makes me cry
(I need to learn how to paint gold)
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toxicparentrants · 4 months
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Healing is not linear. We say this a lot but actually experiencing it is hard. My anxiety has gotten so much better after I left my toxic home and working on it for years. Recently a chain of very stressful events has made it worse than it has been in a while. I haven’t been coping very well. Now I’m trying to be kind to myself and keep pushing on. It’s hard but I’m trying to remember that this is not going backwards even if it feels like it. It’s part of recovery and healing.
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kynerdybird · 4 months
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2019 vs 2023
Take time to appreciate your growth! I can’t wait to see what I do next year!
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creatingnikki · 3 months
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days that taste like adulting success.
today I pet two cats at dinner. at dinner that I had with a friend who used to be a lover. today I got irritated at multiple people I love. I went to the beach alone and the sun set was gorgeous, the weather was extremely windy, and the moon was out shinning beautifully like always. today I let myself eat and drink junk without talking about the medication I am on or what I was recently diagnosed with. I walked around a lot and got chores done. today I had hard conversations and didn't given into my intrusive thoughts or the snake in my head. I listened to sad Hindi music and let that make me feel understood. today I did everything I had to and wanted to, today I dealt with things without hating my life or feeling doomed or letting myself get too dramatic or distressed. today was a day well lived. today I was more present for myself. today I was more patient with myself. today I am proud of myself.
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jaymesdoodles · 2 years
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The Beginning
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theindescribable1 · 3 months
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Getting Better!
Tw: A vent
. . . But with a happy ending!
((LONG LONG READ...eat some popcorn while you're reading. Idk, uhh enjoy? I cried writing this so it might be sad))
BUT WITH A HAPPY ENDINGGG!
The Bad Stuff:
If you've known me for a while, you'd know that I have been dealing with some rather intense depression and anxiety. I spent a good chunk of my young childhood feeling down and sad all day, I had trouble sleeping, I had issues. I kept all my feelings bottled up for years, it only made me feel angry and I was rude to people I loved. I spent most of my days alone in my room, never wanting to be around my family. I think my depression started getting worse when I was 8 or so? My sister was diagnosed with a brain tumor, she had cancer. I thought she'd die, I was so scared and in so much sorrow. My parents brushed my aside for a few years while my sister battled cancer. I wasn't really a main priority, I felt like I didn't matter anymore. Everything started to be all about my sister, I felt more alone then ever. My parents spent all day with my sister, treating me almost like I didn't matter for the time being. After my sister successfully beat Cancer, it felt like things were never fair for me. She never got in trouble, I always got the blame for things, she never really had to work or do any chores, but I did. It all just felt like favoritism. It made me feel less loved, less respected, and I just couldn't tell my parents how I was feeling. I felt a hate towards my parents, they didn't find ways to praise me, or give me a simple "good job" I just wanted some slight praise, someone to tell me I'm doing good. It seemed as if my parents never cared for the good I did, but they cared when I got something wrong. They scolded me for doing something wrong, it made me feel as if I had to be perfect, as if I couldn't make a single mistake. I believed that I didn't matter to them, I believed that no one would miss me when I'm gone. That's when the suicidal thoughts came in, I would think to myself; "I am unloved, what's the point of even trying? Carrying on in a world where I just don't matter.." And I would see myself committing acts of suicide, I thought about what would happen. What just made things worse was how hard I found it to make friends, it seemed like no one gave me a chance. Every school I went to, I was always made the subject of fun. I never did anything to deserve it! I did nothing wrong! Why was it always me? Why did everybody just naturally hate me? I was left out if every single friend group, I was never included in projects, I never had a partner to work with, I was always the last one picked to be in a team, everyone always just treated me like dirt. I just wanted to die, for so long I just wanted to leave this unfair and cruel planet. I just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. I was always so stressed, lonely, keeping everything bottled up, telling everyone that I was ok. Keeping everything to myself just gave me headaches, anxiety, stress, anger, and I just couldn't keep my anger to myself. It was becoming more and more difficult. School has always been so difficult for me, bullies, crappy teachers, and I never understood what they were teaching. The entire class was always ahead of me, I never knew how to do anything! I felt so stupid and I had no one to ask for help, I procrastinated every single thing... so many thoughts ran through my head; "I'm so stupid. I'm a loser. No one loves me. I have no friends. Everyone just hates me. Why me why me why me? I just don't want to be here anymore..." All my life up to now, I have always been brushed aside and left with my fake smile. I tried to talk to my parents about what is happening with me, but the first time I tried my mom said; "You don't have depression. You really don't! Just because you feel sad ONCE doesn't mean you're depressed! Look at all that you have! You have nothing to be sad about." It doesn't matter what I have, it matters how I feel! I felt sad and lonely all the time, all day, all night. I was scared to tell my parents again because I just thought they'd brush it aside as me just being "dramatic" and on top off aaaalll of this, my grandpa died and it caused lots of pain.
Things Start Getting Brighter:
I was at a doctor's appointment when I decided that I'd try again... I explained everything to my mom and she started to cry and gave me a big hug. She told me that she'll sign me up for a therapist! That's when I saw hope, a light at the end of a long dark tunnel. I thought to myself; "I'll get better...I'm going to be healed. I'm going to be ok. I'm finally help." After that day, my family started spending time with me, they came into my room more and gave me love. I felt happier, but still not cured- eventually I went in to the first session of counseling! My dad sat next to me for the first couple minutes while the counselor talked to him, I heard him say at one point that he was proud of me, and I couldn't hold back tears. Its because I don't hear those words much...I feel as if no one ever tells me that they are proud of me. . After my dad left, I immediately started to blurt out EVERYTHING. I just went off telling the counselor all the past things, I burst out into tears. I let everything out of the bottle. She could almost immediately diagnose me with some rather intense depression. She gave me advice, things to do, and since then I got a bit better..
So Close To Happiness:
I started to work on loving myself, treating myself to good things! I talked to myself positively! Then I decided I should restore bonds with my family but starting some family game nights and movie nights! Me and my family would play some games together on Wednesday, and movies on Friday! As of right now, I'm in a D & D campaign with my family, uncle, and my uncle's friend! Its going great so far, I'm having fun! I'm getting much closer to my family, I feel loved! I feel appreciated! My family plain as day care about me. I love them, they love me. And I started socializing more, I talked to more people, made a friend group, and I began to hang out with more family outside of my main family of 4. I talked to my cousins more often and got much closer to Carol! I had an online friend who I liked to call Goblin, and we decided to meet in real life. Once they gave me their address, I realized. . .We're neighbors!!!?? We lived in the same neighborhood, so I ran over to their house and they ran out the door, we greeted each other in a fit of laughter. We were online friends for 2 or so years and never knew we were 3 or so minutes away from each other! They are also know as The GGT is that's familiar to you! I was less of an introvert, I had more fun, more friends, many more happy memories! Oh and it got great when I got a lil app called Tumblr. I socialized even more and started getting to doing art! I had a goal, to be popular, to ve somebody of slight importance... well I've just got to say. . Thank you for over 700 followers! I love you all so much and you made my dreams come true! You are all my motivation, my reason to keep on going, my great friends! All of youuuu! I love you all so much! And to this day, I haven't felt really sad, alone, unhappy, I haven't thought about ending my life, in fact...I WANT to live, I want to keep on waking up. I want to continue to see the sun everyday, I want to continue on! I don't want to leave, life is beautiful to me now, I see the good in it all, I know that God has good plans for me, and I will wait for paradise, not skip right to it. I want to live every second of my life, I want to continue to love, laugh, smile, and be will those who love me. I want to accomplish my dreams, to have a good life with many memories.
I love you all, and if you are dealing with some bad things, just remember that there is always someone to talk to, to love you, to understand you.. And I'm one of those! You can talk to me, I'll understand you, and I will always do whatever I can to help you. Live your life, its beautiful...I used to see it has painful, lonely, unfair, dark, and depressing...but truly it isn't. Life is beautiful, and so are all of you.
Stay alive, I love you. I love you all.
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jojo-the-bird · 2 months
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I might miss you but I’m still trying to get clean.
Smokey Eyes by Lincoln
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dre4mzandvisi0nz · 1 year
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Affirmations I like to use.
I am Loved
I am Beautiful
I am Strong
I am Intelligent
I am Clever
I am Patient
I am Pretty
I am Hot
I am Sexy
I am Divine
I am ✨That✨ Girl/Woman;Boy/Man;Person
I am Worthy (of Love, Patience, Food, Quality time, Happiness, etc.)
I am Worthy (to have/own real Friends, a good time, Happiness, Love, people who are Patient with me, etc.)
I am Creative
I am Loveable
I am Moving forward
I am allowed to feel good
I am allowed to be egoistic
I am allowed to take time for myself
I deserve everything
I deserve a good time
I deserve Happiness
I deserve Love/to be Loved
I am a good Friend/Sister/Brother/Sibling/Child/Person
I am Heathy
I am Special
I can get anything I want
I can get to everwhere I want to get
My dreams come true
Negativity can not tear me down
Positive vibes only
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i-am-the-oyster · 5 months
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People say Paul was the sentimental one and John was the cynic, but it was John who wrote:
Have you heard? The word is love.
And Paul who wrote:
You gave me the word, I finally heard
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coffeexxcigarettes · 12 days
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Hidden
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Nights when I'd spend hours,
Making sure every inch of my body
Was smooth.
Soaking a floral fragrance into my skin,
Tugging leather and lace,
Bells and chains
Into the perfect place.
To stand in front of you.
My face flushed beneath carefully applied
Makeup and need.
After several minutes you'd look at me,
And you'd nod.
"You look good! Don't be embarrassed."
Before returning to your computer screen.
The last night I tried
Not for intimacy,
But for some semblance of desire-
I remember crying into my hands,
The hallway light pouring in the dark bedroom.
There must be something wrong with me,
As I ripped that cloth away from my skin.
Tucked it into its special chest,
And hid the shame beneath the bed.
The night I pulled them back out,
I ran my hands through the fabric.
I remember how I slowly went from
Feeling beautiful
To worthless.
How it now feels like make believe
And dress up
To wear anything other than
Something to hide my shape.
I wore that black lingerie with the straps-
You know the one-
Below my dress tonight.
And while you never looked twice,
I never felt more glamorous
Knowing I didn't need your gaze
Anymore.
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..@nosebleedclub - April 13th, Glam.
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