[aidashakur]

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Something with ptsd that no one seems to really talk about is how you don’t need a trigger for your brain to bring disturbing images to the forefront of your thoughts. Sobriety has brought a floodgate of violence into my head and it hits at any random time. Sometimes it’s awful memories. Sometimes it’s could-be scenarios. Worst-case scenarios, usually. I don’t like to close my eyes anymore because my imagination is too real. I wish it had a purpose. It feels like such a waste for this realistic, vivid imagery to only be tormenting me and not impressing fresh eyes at an art gallery or terrifying horror buffs at the theater. I don’t like to be alone anymore. I need distractions from the chaos distracting my natural existence. Maybe my natural existence has finally become the chaos. My own thoughts don’t hold weight, so I drown the darkness before it drowns me. Only, I can’t drink the poison that once tamed the dark world in my mind. Oh, and speaking of poison, that’s what the meds meant to help my brain have done to my body. No, now, I try to drown it with information. The more information I have, the more in control I can be, right? Only, all the information is just as dark as the ocean of chaos already brimming inside of me. Oh, and now I’m tumbling, head over heels, down a staircase of visions. I’m falling faster as the images flip around me like a Rolodex of brutality until I am suddenly stopped in my tracks as a thought pushes it’s way through the noise, “I need to do a load of laundry.” And the cycle continues from the moment my consciousness powers up right up until I fall asleep watching that episode of Happy Endings, Bob’s Burgers, or Schitt’s Creek for the twenty-sixth time. I don’t need a trigger anymore. This is is how I live now.

[wilwheaton]

This is a Christian Nationalist judicial coup.

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[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do

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Hey! What’d I miss?

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Surviving Childhood Adversity Builds Empathy in Adults

The experience of childhood trauma predicts higher EQ in adults.

Friendly reminder that empaths very literally didn’t ask for this “skill.” While some people may confuse empaths with, say, introverts, who get drained by others’ energy- that’s not empathy. Also, empathy is not to be confused with sympathy, which is basically feeling sorry for someone’s situation. Empathy, for me, was learned at a younger age than I can even remember. I learned to read a room to avoid abuse I thought was my fault. It grew from being abandoned and questioning my place. It was fed by my fear of saying the wrong thing in front of either of my narcissistic parents and suffering the wrath of their hands. It grew and grew and grew as I was too emotionally mature for my age and so the expectations of me were higher than what was fair. And then it continued to grow as I continued to attract narcissists and very literally did not understand the toxicity of what I allowed in my relationships. It was just what I knew. What I deserved.. until it clicked. It was a pattern. I had to break that trauma cycle. And I choose to continue to break that trauma cycle every day. Every day, I decide to show up for the child version of me that no one else stood up for. And it is a struggle. But I can’t turn off the empathy. And anyone who thinks it’s a choice or somehow it’s some trait that makes us feel holier than thou or even selfish? needs to really dive into empathy that stems from childhood trauma. No one that I consider a friend who is an empath brags about it. We have all experienced trauma and just have a heightened sense of awareness to those around us, usually as a fight/flight/freeze/fawn response.

[memeuplift]

[t-a-r-0-t]

Hey, stop scrolling.

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

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It’s been a good week.

[saintemiliosandoz]

joseph: mary, how are you pregnant?

mary, who’s about to invent christianity: oh? haven’t you heard?

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This always gets me because Zeus literally ran around banging everyone and people were just like welp that’s Zeus for you. But Christianity is like yo God banged a virgin and everyone is like OH A MIRACLE HAS HAPPENED HERE.

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We built a gingerbread house but the boys only ate the candy and icing and now they’re screaming into the wind in the backyard and reminding me why I don’t do coke anymore.

[pokemon-personalities]

Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note

[stars-bean]

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992) dir. Chris Columbus

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💕👩‍👦‍👦💕

[thebelchers]

[roguishpixiedreamgirl]

You ever see some shit and you're just like

Imagine telling someone how to do their job that you have *Z E R O* experience doing

I mean, really