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“I tend to be cynical about a lot of things, but Maya Angelou is somebody that no matter how much I pick her apart, she still has integrity. She was a victim of incest and rape, and she worked as a stripper. And now she’s a literary icon and Nobel Laureate. It goes to show that life is cumulative, and you can’t devalue any type of experience.”

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we come in groups. big city bitches, they call us. been alone for so long that we think we don’t even need men. in fact, we know we don’t. yes, we’re broke. yes, we don’t have the best jobs. but honestly? we’ve never been happier.

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Hey, something i kind of thought was important to share (coming from a psychotic person myself)

There is a big impact on how you tell someone who experiences delusions/hallucinations that what they are experiencing isnt real.

I’m going to elaborate on this a bit, these things are very much real to us, we experience these things as if they were real life occurences, they just arent real to other people.

So when trying to help someone dealing with these things cope, saying "they arent real, you’re being delusional, you have to realize they arent real” makes us feel terrible or like we are fucked up or should be able to help it in some way

A proper way to help friends or family cope with these things is to a knowledge that what they are experiencing is real to them, and reassure them that what they are seeing/hearing/feeling/ will not hurt them

That helps us so much more and makes us feel a lot more valid, and it’s super important that people understand this

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Welcome

Welcome to the world of damned angels, Where hell and heaven fight for your soul, And the rivers of blood in your bath don’t match the ones in your head.

Welcome to the parade of paradoxes, Where virtue is incomprehensible, And sin isn’t even a passing thought.

Welcome to the reign of cowards, Where kings are scorned, And the peasants are royalty.

Welcome to the mind of a girl with schizophrenia, Where nooses are made of barbed wire, And sometimes the hills really do have eyes.