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there's ghosts in my blood I either need to do cocaine or practice bloodletting
months ago I started getting these really unmanageable anxiety symptoms. it was keeping up at night, I was struggling to make it through my classes, through work, just through the day.
so I scheduled a therapy appointment.
and I got a gym pass.
and they helped, a lot.
I stopped going to therapy at the end of last spring. I just didn't have it in my week to drive a city over when I wasn't on campus.
but I kept lifting.
and I got stronger. and as I got stronger, I got bigger. bigger than I ever had, actually. I noticed recently, getting ready for work. I pulled on a pair of jeans and my stomach and ass and hips all spilled out. I've healed enough that it wasn't the end of the world, I changed and continued on with my day.
some hours later, a coworker approached me.
"I need you to model for some promo posts, what size are you?"
the same size my mother was over three years ago,
at 38 years old,
after gaining weight from her meds,
after 20 years of being a military spouse,
and after two kids.
and I'm not that big. I couldn't quantity it as I refuse a scale, but I'm still pretty thin, in my opinion. but it's still the biggest I've ever been. it's still bigger than either of my parents were at my age.
im just bigger than I'm used to.
this depressive episode was supposed to be over BEFORE my night out but it's not. and based on the anxiety in my chest, it won't be one of my 'good' days
but I'm going out anyway
and I'm gonna try my best to have a good time
and, most importantly, I'm going out with someone that knows I might be fucking out of it, and he loves me anyway
I'm planning on moving out soon and cutting off my dad and I know I need it soo bad because I'm so unhappy living here, but every once and a while I'll have a really good day and I can't stop prematurely mourning my relationship with my family. There's a limit on how long I get this.
fuck it mourning over I'm 19 years old I can play videogames before bed if I want MOM
I'm planning on moving out soon and cutting off my dad and I know I need it soo bad because I'm so unhappy living here, but every once and a while I'll have a really good day and I can't stop prematurely mourning my relationship with my family. There's a limit on how long I get this.
the worst part about being an adult is when you have a day so bad that you can literally only lay down and cry about it because all of your adult friends have their own lives and responsibilities that have to come first
I NEED TO MOLT
this might be the only time I say this, but I just want my dad
just rambling, I have no one to talk to
im really close with my mom's side of the family, and I'm home visiting right now, staying at my grandparents house. I was especially close with her little sister, she was my adult whenever I couldn't talk to my mom about something. she has three really young kids, and they've been my whole world since the eldest was born all the way back in 2019. but my aunt started drinking again. and we called her on it, because those kids are my whole entire world and you're not going to get away with drunk driving with them in the car. and now, she won't come over, she won't text back, and she won't let us see the kids. and it hurts a lot.
we visited my great grandmother today. she has dementia. my whole life, she lived in this beautiful house with her youngest daughter, my great-aunt. my great-aunt was amazing, creative, and passionate. she had the house decorated beautifully with curated decor that took her years to collect. she passed away in 2022 from cervical cancer. since then, my great grandmother has been taken care of by a revolving door of nurses, caretakers, and her kids. I went to her house today, I couldn't see my great aunt anywhere. her wall art and collections and even her curtains and decorative pillows were gone. my grandmother told me that her sisters had taken things when she passed, and sold a lot of it. it felt wrong, and I miss her a lot.
my dad's back north, not visiting family with us. he's been weird, he's calling every few hours and he's lying about where he is. he said he was in the home office when he was in his bedroom, and he said he was about to leave the house for lunch when we'd already gotten the credit card charge for the restaurant. it's just weird, and my mom said she gets this uncomfortable, anxious feeling in her stomach every time he calls.
and I feel really ignored this trip. I ask to go out, go to the beach or walk or get a drink or a ride to the gym, only to get a "sorry, I know you wanted to go out" hours later. and there's no plan, there's never a plan that everyone sticks to, so even when my suggestions are received, someone doesn't show up, someone doesn't want to go anymore, and eventually the afternoon rains come in. even when I just want to go to bed a little early, I meet resistance.
and my boyfriend's gone on his own thing and hasn't been able to talk and I miss him
the worst part about being an adult is when you have a day so bad that you can literally only lay down and cry about it because all of your adult friends have their own lives and responsibilities that have to come first
I'm like if a panic attack was a girl but also wasn't
I REALLY NEED TO SMOKE MORE 🍃 HOLY FUCK
I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this I can't please I didn't know I because the worst person in the world somewhere between my silence and panic attacks almost all day long why do I even bother trying when I'm just the most hated bitch this side of the US either way
why do I bother do anything at all when just me bring here is so fucking awful for you all the fucking time just get rid of me already
genuinely can't tell if I need to get off or blow my shit clean off rn
I only relapsed a little two days ago but it's not a very long streak I'm breaking so what's the point of getting all up in arms about it also please I wanted support and I wanted to talk about it but this is fine too y'know I'm okay I'm always okay