why is everything constantly overwhelming
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why is everything constantly overwhelming
it’s incredibly difficult seeing the world differently than others. Understanding someone’s feelings deeper than the surface. Processing emotions longer because you soak up every detail of your day and everyone with it. Being frustrated when someone can’t see the point you’re trying to make, when to you it seems so logical, such common sense. Some days you find beauty in everything, and some days sleep is all you wish for.
i’m carrying so much right now and i’d really like to put some of it down
The whole self love thing is good and all but some people can’t fathom being loved. They can’t imagine there being anything good about them. So they can’t simply just stop doing unhealthy things, there’s a process.
Before self love you have to invoke self tolerance and self neutrality.
If you can’t say “I love my body!” say “my body gets me from place to place.”
If you can’t say “I’m beautiful,” begin by shutting down the “I’m ugly” thoughts and saying “I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m valuable” begun by shutting down the “I’m worthless” thoughts and say “all people deserve basic respect, and I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m important,” or “I’m kind” say “I am the one who waters my plant every week” or “I am the one who tips the kind barista down the street” or “I am the one who makes sure my dog does not eat plastic” or “I am the one who leaves long comments on people’s fan fictions.”
I’ve genuinely never seen a way to bridge the gap, especially body-wise. There’s loads about self-confidence and loving your body EVERYWHERE, but no one really explains how to get there. It’s great to have the former, but I’m glad this info is out there.
Here is some great advice from some bloggers on how to set an incremental goal to get to self neutrality.
-FemaleWarrior, She/They
I’m 26 years old now. Not married, no kids, no significant other. My last was abusive verbally and physically. Now every other guy that I talk to I can’t seem to connect to them. Then the ones I do, they’re always playing games. Like do you not get that I’m giving you a chance. A chance to fuck with my emotions, a chance to play me, a chance to break me. But I’m also giving you a chance to prove that you won’t do any of that and yet you all still do. Idc anymore from this point on I’m just taking. I’m not giving anything. If they say I’m using them for money then I guess I am. Or I’m using them because I’m lonely then I am. I’m gonna use them for everything that’s missing until I don’t need it anymore. That’s on my life.
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“You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”
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So I’m back on here. It’s been a while and in that while a lot of shit has happened to me. Life has happened to me. Lol. I gave a guy 4 years of my life. 4 of which he completely used me. Let’s not forget about the times that he put his hands on me.. I’m finally out for good though. Idk I feel like I can sit here and tell you guys everything that happened but what I can’t tell you is how I feel about it. Cause I don’t tell anyone about how I feel not even myself. I’m just this big ball of emotions that I don’t want to feel. I mean I’m finally starting to feel pretty again but idk I just feel so stupid. All the time. Everytime I think about it I just fucking hate it. Like what was wrong with me. What is wrong with me. Why can’t I just be ok.