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@forestliz
Because whatever he thinks I am, I'm not.
And whatever he thinks my body is, it isn't.
My body is a torture chamber.
It’s a fucking crime scene, hideous things have happened here.
crazy how trauma isn't your fault but it's your responsibility to heal
Your trauma is not measured by its visibility to others. Some wounds are invisible, and some stories are untold. Your trauma is not less real because nobody saw it happen. You deserve care, healing, and understanding. Even if your pain lives quietly in your heart.
Not all healing is loud. Not every step forward is a social media post, a big announcement, or a celebration with friends. Sometimes, healing happens quietly, in the privacy of your own heart.
It’s in the nights you break down on your bathroom floor and pull yourself through. It’s in the mornings you wake up after crying into your pillow so quietly no one heard you. It’s in the choice to keep moving forward, even when no one will ever know how hard it was.
Healing in secret can feel lonely. There’s no applause, no congratulations, no public proof that you’re doing the work. Sometimes, it can even feel like it “doesn’t count” if no one notices.
I'm here to say it counts. It absolutely counts. And sometimes, the most powerful healing happens when no one else is watching.
Nothing like holding my love
engaging in a high risk behavior (lying back down after my alarm already went off)
I hope July is kind to you.
And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.
Sometimes things don’t work out. It’s ok I don’t need to catastrophise. The world will keep turning. Dinner needs to be made. I get to tuck myself into bed. I am feeling vulnerable tonight and that’s okay .
hey bro can i ask you a question that will reveal a deep and fundamental gap in my knowledge of the world
you can start anytime.
you can brush your teeth in the middle of the day. you can wash the dishes at 2am. you can do things outside the normal times assigned by society.
You can go to bed at noon. You can have ravioli for breakfast and cheerios for dinner. As long as you're awake, washed, dressed, and in the place you need to be when you need to be there (and I mean *need*, like a job or a social obligation, not just aherening to cultural expectations) it doesn't matter what the rest of your schedule looks like.
may you never go back to the dark places you fought so hard to get out of
i hope it hurts a little less. day by day. week by week. i hope the ache in your chest eases. maybe it won't entirely, maybe it will. may the thought of feeling joy again alone be enough to keep you going, even if for a while.
“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
I love jogging but every night it's a struggle when I should go for a jog after a fucking 11-12h of commuting and working. I really want to go but I'm so physically and mentally exhausted I can't. I love reading books but I can't. can barely watch Netflix until collapsing to bed. So no, I won't be having a side hustle when I cannot jog or read or do anything else I love just because I have time to watch Netflix for a few hours.