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synicalfemwrldz

cataclysmictide

in my head you're alive and we sit down for dinner and talk it all out

opossum-handz

redstonedust

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

angelinthesnow666

daughterofcainandchaos

i used to think i'd be fine by now, but i still keep holding my breath. i zone out way too often and my muscles, they still twitch. i remember how they told me that one day, i was gonna be okay. but where and when the goddamn one day is? did it forget to show up? what if it's lost, wandering somewhere far away? i don't know. and i still keep holding my breath

dionysian-mystery

David Foster Wallace

dionysian-mystery

They get me. @ryebreadgf

petrichara

And no I don’t think love ever leaves because it’s been eight years since my dad died and he is in every thought and hope and dream. and when I think I can’t fix the computer he is here. and when I eat chocolate cake he is here. and when the sun glows at 3pm he is here. and he will always be here because his life made mine, and my life will be his epilogue

defiantsuggestions

Whatever hell your parents forced you to adapt to, you can unlearn.

It's hard. It takes ages. There's a lot of healing and introspection involved. You will make mistakes often, and there will be setbacks.

But it is possible.

You can learn to practice self care. You can learn to interact with your loved ones as an equal. You can learn not to bow to every order given. You can learn to put your needs first.

The skills aren't innate. It won't be as easy to learn new behaviors and social languages as it was when you were a child.

But the brain is capable of forming new pathways. You are capable of change. This is part of healing.

fairydrowning

"How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives."

– The Sky is Everywhere, Novel by Jandy Nelson