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me, a witch who has not even lit a spell candle in 4 months: I Am A Fraud
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my friend about to introduce me to another witch they know: hey! you guys could do witchy things together!
me, a witch who has not even lit a spell candle in 4 months: I Am A Fraud
me: i’m super stressed abt this :/
brain: aw no sweat, if things don’t work out, you can always die! :)
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I’m working on a project with my sigils and I thought it would be nice to put them all together somewhere! You can use them in your daily life! Lots of love and positive vibes to you my fellow witches ♥
Please, just don’t repost!
Me: I’ll just hit the bong once or twice. Me: *7 packs later* Me: I feel better.
The middle of recovery is awful. It does not feel good. There are moments where it will be clear why you are doing this, ones that will take your breath away. But a majority of the time you will question everything, your thoughts will be racing so much that you will feel like you can’t breathe. You will spend countless days wondering why things can’t be quiet, wondering why you are bothering to work so hard when not fighting would be effortless. Recovery does not feel good. If you are looking around you and are ashamed because you are not in love with this process, please, listen to me. Take a deep breath- It’s okay. It’s okay to hate it. It’s okay to say it sucks. It’s okay to want to give up, to struggle immensely, to be angry, to be uncomfortable (you should be!). and it’s okay to not understand why your smile still feels empty when your stomach is full again. Recovery does not feel good. For goodness sake, I hate it!!! Do not mistake my positivity for perfection. I am not walking through this fire gracefully. I burn and fall and become ashes. And every morning I rise and face the flames over and over again.
So please, do not beat yourself up if you are feeling like a failure for not being happy and perfect. Healing is not linear. And you are still brave.
This was true for me too, but recovery was still the best thing I ever did. Hang in there, it’s worth it <3
Your experiences are real. Your memories and feelings are real. They are not over exaggerated. Your trauma and symptoms are not an over reaction. Don’t let them gaslight you into thinking you should belittle your own struggles. You have been through too much to pretend it’s all okay. It wasn’t okay. Nothing about what happened will ever be okay.
*exit, pursued by an eldritch horror*
“Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions … You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.”— A Series of Nouns
how can I explain that I can’t do some stuff bc of my Mental Illness and not sound like I’m just giving an excuse?
brain, rapidly flicking the ‘emotions’ switch on and off: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to hell!
me: oh my god just make up your fucking mind
brain: oh oops looks like the switch broke and now it’s stuck in between everything and nothing at the same time
me, feeling something but not able to pin it down: gee, thanks.
me: *has A Single Emotion*
me: 🍺🍺🍺🍺🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍹🍹🍹🍹🍷🍷🍷🍹🍹🍹🍻🍻🍺🍺🍻🍻🍻🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍷🍷🍷🍷🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍻🍻🍻🍺🍺🍺🍺🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸
does anyone else with intrusive thoughts do that weird dismissive head shake when they get them to kinda like.. reverse/reject the thought or is that just me
Gotta shake your brain like an etch-n-sketch and start over
As probably anyone alive in these dark times, I am generally always aware of it on a low-grade level I can often ignore or distract myself from, but once in awhile I’ll get a wave of complete and total despair that I can physically feel wash over me from the top of my head all the way down my body. It happened again a few days ago. I can’t describe it fully other than to say it feels like the times I’d see my childhood best friend slowly and methodically lower a pillowcase over her cockatiel’s cage at night. Except despair is the pillowcase and I’m the bird.
Witchcraft
• guess I get to vacuum again
• these wax bits are important
• my nails are feirce but I can’t shuffle my tarot cards
• 10% of the herbs actually made it into the tiny jar
• this rock is important
• my plants have names
• and personalities
• purse and pockets filled with rocks
• shit I left the amethyst on the windowsill
• pillowcase also filled with rocks
• the bed is grainy bc u threw SALT ON IT
• burned my fingers again
• these acorns: important
• oh my god I think my quartz is in the dryer
whats up im jared im 19 and i never fuckin learned how to process emotions