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You are an incredible mystery that you will never figure out. To be this mystery consciously is the greatest joy.
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There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.
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I hate the assumption that you can’t write about something because you haven’t experienced it, and not just because it assumes a limit on the human imagination, which is basically limitless. It also suggests that some leaps of identification are impossible. I refuse to accept that, because it leads to the conclusion that real change is beyond us, and so is empathy. The idea is false on the evidence. Like shit, change happens.
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I’m tired. I can’t do this anymore.I hate what my brother is going through. I hate what I’m going through right now. I hate what my family is going through too.
My older brother has depression he is also violent. For the past year, I have tried my best to understand and be compassionate, even though I have my own emotional issues.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the most emotionally stable person. And sometimes I can be very self centered.
I don’t even think I’m qualified to help someone else with depression when I’m still trying to figure out how to get through my own anxiety. But I know that my brother needs help ,so I try my best.
But when I fail to show compassion or properly communicate, it gets bad. The interactions that I have with him have a dramatic shift, and they become volatile and violent. And I get physically hurt…and I’m so..tired of it…
When I am emotionally overwhelmed, I lose the ability to speak up for myself. It’s like I short circuit and it’s as if my body physically shuts down, and I’m mentally far from it. Words can’t seem to pass through my lips, even though in my head I’m screaming, I’m crying. I don’t feel coherent with myself at all. But on the outside people mistake my silence and blank demeanor for pride. When really I’m just trying to process everything.
Last night my brother hurt me again. He hit me in the lower abdomen, he punched me across the face, and at one point he even tried choking me. He punched my arms and legs a lot too, because this morning I woke up feeling incredibly sore. There aren’t any bruises, but it is kind of hard to get around.
This is not the first time this has happened.
And I feel so angry and upset.
At first I thought it was because of my brother…but truthfully I’m angry at myself…Because I couldn’t scream out for help for him or for myself. I’m angry because my body went limp, and I couldn’t defend myself.
I’m angry because, I’m afraid.
I’m angry because I’m losing faith.
And I understand , that these are the same feelings my brother is going through. But with the way I am now, I cannot support him, when I am being taken under his depression too.
i got commissioned to draw finn!! i took some liberties hehehe
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