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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Claire Keane
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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occasionally subtle
Three Goblin Art

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@blackmoon-random
Down to 47 kg
Can the nightmare end now please? I can’t do this anymore
Fuck u..
I binged today.. I will not be eating tomorrow. I hate myself and my body
Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better
— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )
— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient
— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.
— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.
— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.
— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way
— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.
So, I lost a lot of friends. I don’t know what I did wrong, and it hurts me. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But yet here I am all alone. The thought of my bestfriend not being my bestfriend anymore is the worst feeling ever. I have had this feeling for 7 years now. It still hurts just as much as it did back then. I tried to reach out to her, but she was mad at me for doing so. I don’t know what I did. What did I do to deserve this bullshit! I tried my best at being your friend. I will always remember you. All the fun stuff we did together and the way you always put a smile on my face. Thank you for these memories..