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futureless · 2 years
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i be in my own head fighting for my life
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borderlineangel222 · 11 months
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i’m afraid that one day my anger will overshadow the little love i still have left for the world
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bipolarmango · 2 years
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People need to understand that for those who have gone through trauma experience things differently.
If you went through an abandonment as a child, a breakup others would get over with in months can take years to overcome.
If you went through domestic abuse, even small changes in a loved one's tone can make you anxious.
If you were belittled your whole childhood, being professionally critized at work can feel like the end of the world.
Trauma effects us for a long time after it occurs.
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If you have experienced a trauma, it can be like staring directly at the sun.
Even after you look away, the glare seems everywhere and prevents you from seeing things clearly.
It can keep you from even opening your eyes at all for a while.
Life After Trauma: A Workbook For Healing
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psychocitysblog · 11 months
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I’m always there for everyone else, but yet when I need someone no one is there.
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pensarecool2 · 1 year
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reblog if you're sick of movies and tv shows perpetuating the idea that PTSD is always like a hypervivid flashback and that the hypervivid flashbacks can only happen if you've been in a literal warzone
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me--do · 2 years
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rory-is-hiding · 1 year
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and so there you are, drawn and quartered in the square, nailed to the post, hanged and stoned. you are marred with their dirt and none of your own. you think you are pure in this state, that this makes you clean. you produced this tragedy piece, a persecution conspiracy. wearing a woven crown and the reworked scraps you stole from everyone you know. i guess guilt was too sour on its own, you learned how to swallow it. not your fault, not your fault, not your fault. it coats your throat. it is all youve ever wanted to be. you are weak and scarred and sacred and dying. how could anyone deny you this, when you write it all down so beautifully? a matyr, a sacrifice, a victim and a god. your very own jesus christ and we all say amen. not your fault.
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plaguern · 1 year
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Two weeks ago, I walked into a unit that was utilized as the main COVID ICU of my hospital. Myself and many other nurses spent all of 2020 and the majority 2021 in this space. At the time, it was only lit with artificial lights, was run down with old equipment, and felt more like a cave than an ICU.
The smell of fresh paint and the brightness of the unit were in stark contrast of the heaviness I felt in my chest. This particular area of the hospital had been all but abandoned after the surges were over, and now it was being repurposed to once again house critically ill patients.
Ignoring my internal conscience’s screams of, “Don’t take another step”, I walked a bit further into the unit. I should have listened to myself; I shouldn’t have taken that last step. Something caught my gaze and I froze, effectively thrown back into a place and time I would rather keep deep in my memories. Ventilator settings written in dry-erase marker on a glass ICU door.
The scent of the fresh paint and the bright, natural light merged together with the memories of the most difficult and painful experience I have ever experienced as an ICU nurse. The faces of every patient, each Code Blue, every family FaceTime that occurred before we intubated-with the intention of saying goodbye, because they knew they would more than likely not make it-flashed before my eyes in full technicolor.
I snapped back to reality and felt angry, an anger that was so overwhelming, breathing became difficult and hot tears fell freely. I was angry about the loss of precious life, the unsuccessful resuscitations, and the misinformation that spread like wildfire, that only lead to more death. Most of all-I was angry at the ventilator settings written on glass doors for eliciting such a vehement response out of me. I was caught off-guard and completely unprepared to face the trauma that imprinted itself upon me; so I turned and left the unit for (what I thought would be) the last time. I had no intention of ever going back.
I spent that entire night thinking about what I had seen that day and my reaction to it. I finally came to an agreement with myself. I would go back in there and erase the ventilator settings, but I needed to make it a calm and healing experience. My favorite chaplain was all-too agreeable to helping me through this. The next day, I entered the unit I had promised myself I would never step foot in again.
Since it had been quite a while since they were written, the ventilator settings would not wipe off the glass easily. It was almost as if they were taunting me and making me work to erase them. Once the first glass was wiped clean, I felt a wave of grief wash over me. I was no longer angry, I was saddened. Saddened by loss. Loss of so many lives, loss of friends that left our amazing profession, and loss of our way as a society. Guided by my emotions-I erased all the writing off of each door to each room. It was cathartic to erase every trace of grief and despair that I could see. I then threw away the paper towels that held the remnants of another time, and walked out of that space feeling lighter than I thought I would.
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borderlineangel222 · 2 years
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personally i do not allow many people to love me. when someone says they like me, i don’t believe them. or i just look away
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geeklife314 · 1 year
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Does anyone else hate the portrayal of therapy in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier? Bucky’s therapist is very passive aggressive and has a strict tone with him the whole time. No sympathy and barely any helpful insights. She even calls him pathetic for not having more friends. The MCU wasted an opportunity to advocate for mental health treatments like DBT and others. If they were going to show such a shit representation of therapy, they should have made it clear that the government only sent him to therapy to keep tabs on his whereabouts. Otherwise- this is just shit representation.
Bucky deserved better his whole life. He definitely deserved better in his healing process.
I have PTSD and I know that therapy is one of the things that has allowed me to keep living. Yes, it’s extremely hard. Yes, you have to find the right therapist for you. Hell, I’ve had to bounce from 3 already and that’s not including introduction sessions with others.
I just- I really wish there was better representation of people’s healing journeys.
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bipolarmango · 7 months
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sour-apple-juice · 2 years
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I want to rip my skin off
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musicalmetaphors47 · 11 months
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I can’t hate you,
Even though I want to.
I can’t wish I never met you,
Even though I want to.
Perhaps our darkness intertwining
Was always destined to be our downfall.
Somewhere in the space between the rise and fall,
There was a moment when we were happy.
I felt loved.
I loved you.
Fuck, I still do.
But it doesn’t matter,
Because when trust is broken the roots die,
And the rest of the vine withers away.
I look at the ashes at our feet
That span the all-too-wide gap between us,
Tears streaming down my face as I realize there is no turning back.
If I let your acid keep watering me I will die,
So I have to let you go.
I walk away,
Never to return.
But a deep, raw love is never forgotten,
It is only etched deeper into the wounds of my soul.
-Julie Mae
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spectorion · 2 years
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So I may have totally forgotten I was gonna make this PSA for the 4th, so I apologize for the lazy sketching done on this one! This 4th of July, please check on your friends who may have PTSD or another form of stress that may come with fireworks! Even your pets may need you tonight as others set off fireworks! Otherwise, I hope you all have a good evening!
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Exploring different types of trauma disorders: understanding how past experiences can affect our present. Let's learn together and support each other's healing journeys. 💛
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