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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Anguish.
It actually is possible to be in so much mental agony that it physically hurts. It hurts to walk, to stand, to sit up. To breathe.
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nickywholockposts · 11 months
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Sleep.
My service dog in training has started alerting me to anxiety and panic.
I really need to start listening to her.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Out.
This is why people bang their heads against walls. This is why people use drugs and over-drink. This is why people just get in their cars and leave, never to be heard from again.
Because anything is better than this pain.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Valid.
"Family is a sinkhole. You were right to get out while you could."
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Adult.
I can't just go to ER if my mental health gets worse. My therapist doesn't understand that I will literally lose everything.
No, I have to be an adult, suck it up, and carry on. The world doesn't stop because mental illness is trying to burn me alive from the inside out.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Poly.
"I can't say that the relationship was 100% consensual. Sure, she was 18, but she didn't have anywhere else to go. She didn't have good education or credit or money. She didn't have a choice. She was trapped."
This quote from a documentary on a polygamy cult really stuck out to me. Sometimes we're forced into things to survive. And the ones who do the forcing see no problems with it.
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nickywholockposts · 2 years
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Untitled.
I'm not sure how to convey how awful I feel right now.
A few hours ago, everything was fine.
Now I'd be okay with ceasing to exist altogether.
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nickywholockposts · 2 years
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Gut.
I'm learning that training a service dog requires a different, deeper kind of trust than I've had with previous pets.
It's hearing a noise in the apartment and trusting that my dog will react in some way. It's watching her calm outside with loud noises and trusting that's it's okay. It's sleeping in bed and trusting that she's going to take up that empty space. It's sitting in the bathroom to re-center and trusting that she'll come check on me if I'm gone too long.
I know we have a really long way go, as it's only been six days, but I honestly think we're on the right track. And I honestly have a little hope for my future.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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[un]Real.
I wish I could go back to a time where I didn't know a reality like this could exist.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Hide.
The marker lines on my wrist just aren't good enough tonight, not even slightly.
And that's terrifying.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Fi[n]re.
I'm fine.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Rooftop.
I just want to fall off the face of the planet. I don’t want to do this anymore.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Nothing.
I learned last night that not even the universe gives a shit.
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nickywholockposts · 1 year
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Concern.
Staring at a blinking cursor, holding a pen above a blank journal page, staying silent because I just can't convey how life feels right now.
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