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lostmf · 7 months
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to0needy · 4 months
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i don’t know who i am anymore, there’s too many versions of “me”
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dying-weeds · 2 years
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aborderlineslay · 1 year
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braindamaged007 · 1 year
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nmolesofadrenaline · 6 months
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victim4life · 11 months
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siickangel · 2 years
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“just forgive and forget” nO i don’t think i will
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psychocitysblog · 9 months
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I have a lot of childhood trauma. I sit here day after day thinking about it over and over. You don’t just ‘get over it’. It’s something you have to live with. But why? Why did I have to go through that? I wish I could go back in time and rewrite my story.
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lostmf · 7 months
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to0needy · 4 months
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i’m a train wreck because my life didn’t end when i was 17
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tobusysinking · 2 months
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“But he was just a child”
So was I
And I’m suffering and he’s not
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a-cure-for-hysteria · 7 months
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What nobody tells you about medications for psychiatric illnesses, is that if they work, people might tell you that you’re so much easier to be around now. Some will even tell you that they considered ending your friendship, romantic relationship or employment because of your symptoms, but not to worry now. It’s all better.
…And you have to stand there and just take it. You have to bury the part of you that wonders if this is just some insidious form of emotional abuse, because it’s not. It might be the opposite. It’s just them opening up about how difficult things have been. They’re relieved. Your symptoms might have felt abusive or - best case - erratic and unpredictable to them.
You have to stand there and pretend this is a compliment, that you’re glad to hear it. You might hug or do something to that effect, all while wondering what the hell is so wrong with you that people cry tears of relief when you’re finally on meds.
Sometimes - and this is the worst - you don’t even feel that different on the meds. You have no idea how you’re so different now, you feel almost the same. You try to ask people how they perceive you and they’ll be vague; “it’s just so much easier now!” they might say. Thanks, that clears everything up!
Here’s the takeaway: You are inherently wrong and too much, and in order for people not to abandon you again, you have to swallow those pills or smoke that medical or - for some - work out until exhaustion or… drink that wine in your bedroom from the carton nobody knows about.
Medication is many things. Addiction is many things. And they overlap.
I am addicted to my medication, not because of withdrawals or even because they make my job easier - I am addicted because my partner was so, so happy I was finally THERE for them in the way they had tried to be there for me all along. And they were right. It was all true. I had been a selfish mess, and the meds helped.
I still feel like a selfish mess, and that stresses me. What am I suddenly doing differently? No idea. But my partner loves it. I guess that makes it worth it.
Right?
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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 5 months
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This is for the survivors
TW: PTSD, sexual assault and trauma
nobody talks about the rougher side of PTSD.
like how your trauma could be ‘not as bad as someone elses’ even though everyone’s trauma is different and nobody needs to compare because it’s unhealthy even though a lot of survivors do anyways (me) and that’s not the rougher side im talking about
im talking about how maybe it wasn’t as bad and maybe ‘nothing actually happened’ because its ’not as bad’, im talking about how that’s what we tell ourselves and that’s why we pretend we don’t feel any symptoms and that’s why we mask
im talking about how, yeah no penetration actually happened, but the physical memories still exist all over my body. im talking about how even though ‘nothing actually happened’ and i dont get nightmares about the actual event, i get the physical memories.
I am talking about how nobody talks about the fact that when assholes are invalidating us, they fail to notice that even though ‘nothing actually happened’ we can still feel EVERYTHING, we can still remember EVERYTHING THROUGH OUR BODIES, we might forget in our brains but the PHYSICAL PAIN AND THE PHYSICAL TOUCH IS STILL LIKE A WHISPER ON MY SKIN
I am talking about the rougher side of PTSD where it’s the most invisible side ever that you can’t explain, where even though ‘nothing actually happened’ it doesn’t stop my mind from imagining everything actually happening with random ass people in my life.
nobody talks about the terror, the absolute Terror that grips your heart when you can feel the memories on your skin. Nobody talks about the terror when you think about some random person on the street taking advantage, nobody talks about the unhinged thoughts of Something happening again with Anyone you See.
nobody talks about the pain.
this post is for the people who invalidate themselves and say ‘nothing actually happened’, ‘I don’t get nightmares’, and ‘it’s not that important’ because I want you to know that I fucking see you. I can see through all the lies and all the faking it.
You are hurting.
It is okay.
Please do not downplay your symptoms, maybe not everyone can understand but there will always be someone who wants to help.
please just tell that little person inside you that it is okay to acknowledge how you are feeling. please tell them it is okay.
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nmolesofadrenaline · 8 months
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rabbittongues · 14 days
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