Brain : “A vague memory that feels like a concept and a made up story that you’re making up for attention even though you can’t talk to anyone because you’re so scared of it being a truth and having to face the fates trauma of it?”
Me : “....Pl e a se”
Brain: “Haha...here you go. And with that, get triggered by a fuckin curtain”
I AM SOOOO SICK OF GETTING TREATED LIKE SHIT WHILE LOVING SO DEEPLY AND WITH INTENTIONS OF PURE ABUNDANCE AND AFFECTION.
I GO OUT OF MY WAY TO HEAL OTHERS WHILE HEALING MYSELF BECAUSE I AM STRONG ENOUGH BUT THE PAIN DOESNT LEAVE WHEN I AM DISRESPECTED.
I AM SO GODLY AND I REFLECT ON MYSELF FOR SELF IMPROVEMENT IN EVERY ASPECT. I AM BEING USED AND ABUSED BUT I AM STILL OPEN TO A PURE LOVE FROM THE UNIVERSE.
I AM FILLED WITH GRATITUDE TO BREATHE AND FEEL THIS EXTRAORDINARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE THROUGH ALL PAIN AND JOY. THANK YOU GOD FOR KEEPING ME NO MATTER THE EMOTION ROLLER COASTER I AM RIDING.
I drew this last night. I’ve been struggling and have been having a lot of negative thoughts. But I just want to remind you all: you’re not making this up. Your struggles are valid. And are strong, even though you shouldn’t need to be.
Idk what tf it’s about but I was really stressed and dysphoric today so I drew it :/
Is what it is ig.
I was really just thinking about how I’ll never be skinny enough, or masculine enough while drawing it. I was born in the wrong body, and I was given the wrong mind, hence the name.
So, that set a pretty harsh tone to the day. But my birthdays are always like that :(
Just found out my brother is transphobic and most of my online friends (Instagram group) are racist. That makes it 1 friend in person, that I’m not attached to, I just don’t want to hurt them. And the friends on here.
I feel like everyone is against me. I’m an obese trans person with an ED, and MDD, and anxiety. And I have to deal with an entirely conservative family, that only makes me feel worse about myself.
I’m so fucking tired. I have relapsed on every single one of my bad habits, and I’ve managed to mess up every single in-person relationship I have.
Why am I like this? Why couldn’t I just be a girl? Why couldn’t I have fit in? Why do I have to deal with this shit? Why me? Why? Why? Why?
I just want someone to give me a hug and tell me it’s all going to be okay.
Because i’m starting to relapse on my SI (sewerslidal idealation) and I don’t think I’m going to make it through this again if it gets much worse.