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bio 2015: Twenty-seven, overworked paralegal, & functioning with BPD. bio 2016: 28, paralegal, woman, recovering addict, bad bitch. #mentalhealthawareness

[tanya-nicole]

Did your mom ever tell you, ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything’? She was right–and talking nicely also applies when you’re talking to yourself, even inside your head.

Victoria Moran (via tanya-nicole)

[slightlyaggressiveaffirmations]

YOU HAVE SURVIVED EVERY SINGLE DAY YOU’VE BEEN ALIVE!!! THAT’S A 100% SUCCESS RATE!!!

YOU EVEN SURVIVED THE REALLY SHITTY DAYS!!! WHAT A FUCKING BADASS!!!

[micdotcom]

http://weareheremovement.com

[sheisrecovering]

[mailorderlove]

Today, I am depressed. Today, I cried at every other thought. Today, I wished I was happy with my body. Today, I missed a person who is not good for me. But now, today is over. And I'm hopeful for tomorrow.

[mailorderlove]

Finally aware of my disassociation, my brain has now decided to use it to its advantage. If you hurt me, I can make you no longer exist. Oh, and every single experience we've ever had? Didn't happen. You will never hurt me again.

[queerlycarter]

when i’m apathetic due to disassociation, it feels as if all of my emotions are muted, trapped behind a thick glass wall and totally out of focus. i know they are there; i can feel them tapping on the wall, calling through it, but they are muffled. there is no connection and they are easily dismissed or ignored.

[mailorderlove]

My psychiatrist, the one that I have seen weekly since August of 2014, is on maternity leave. I have not seen her since March 24, 2016. Six weeks ago. It took me forty days to realize that I question every single decision I make, worrying that it isn't truly in my best interest, or that I'm just being impulsive and not thinking it through correctly. It took me six weeks to see that I ask my psychiatrist for guidance on all of my decisions, and that I am a wreck without her. You've been through worse. You are doing what is best for you. You are making the healthiest decisions for yourself. You can do this on your own. You're stronger than you will ever be able to comprehend. You've got this.

[sensitivesuggestion]

when the fog clears and you realize what your disorder has made you do, it can hit hard. it’s okay to be sad and mourn for the time you lost. but eventually it’s time to accept what’s happened, forgive yourself, and move on. you’re not that person anymore.

[mailorderlove]

what it's like to have DID

[unaverage-confessions]

Trying not to dissociate like:

[yoyoletsgrow]

Just dissociative every day things

Don’t recognize your own home.

Can’t remember if you brushed your teeth today.

Don’t even know what today is.

 Truly believing its 2005.

 People tell you all the time that you wear your clothes inside out.

 Not knowing what clothes you are wearing. Could be your pajama or wedding dress.

 Feel no recognition when you watch yourself in the mirror. Believing a stranger is watching you.

 Getting scared by your own eyes.

 Feeling you’re in this rollercoaster, tumbling upside down. Worlds around you move and shift. Finding out later that you are actually just sitting at a couch in your own home. Don’t need to go to Disneyland for that rollercoaster feel.

 Forgetting you graduated from high school five years ago. You where cycling to your workplace, but lost touch with any sense of self. Ended up at your high school. Not the place your boss is expecting you today.

Just being so wicked and frustrated that you are making lists all the time, to do the most simple things as eat, sleep, cook and doing groceries.

 Feeling like a blank sheet, every day and you have to gain information from everything around you to know who you are, where you are and what to do, cause your memory and feeling of self has fade.

Not wanting to end as the erase gum from paint. Yo yo forever.

[schizoidprince]

sometimes i forget that the people im talking to have emotions, react to things themselves, make their own decisions, and you know, like, actually exist

[mailorderlove]

realizing this now

[saturnalia-and-chill-deactivate]

I wish I could just make friends by going up to people and being like “Hi. I’ll destroy my mental health to take care of you if you just show me attention occasionally. Please do that. You’ll have a willing slave, and I’ll have attention occasionally.”

[mailorderlove]

Person: *compliments my personality*

Me: thanks i built it myself

[demonprincex]

The Real Problem of Evil is Thinking Evil's a Real Problem

The idea that people can be completely evil and have no redeeming qualities, extenuating circumstances, or core humanity at all … That is the only place where true evil lies. The belief that some people are “evil” makes it easier for us to write them off, dehumanize them, destroy them, cease helping them. The idea of evil makes misbegotten moral righteousness possible, and justifies all manner of aggressive and hateful acts.

Sociopathy and antisocial personality disorder are just a repackaging of the age-old concept of pure unredeemable evil. It’s morality-driven dehumanization dressed in a clinical psychologist’s coat.

It is comforting to believe that people commit heinous acts because they are henious monsterous people. Such thinking protects us from wondering if we are capable of committing evil acts, if we are hateful and destructive. It also implies that ending suffering in the world is not a matter of slowly and constant reforming all our hearts and minds; it’s simply a matter of finding all the bad eggs and scrambling them.

The concept of sociopathic evil absolves us from doing the hard work of reforming criminals, remedying the precursors to crime, and examining the morality of our own actions. It is much easier to cast off the malicious as evil, disordered, defective, inhuman, exceptional, than it is to turn such a critical gaze upon ourselves.

By accepting the idea that “some people are just evil”, we resign ourselves to an overly simplified worldview where wrongs cannot be prevented, only punished, and where there is no broader societal responsibility for the sins of society’s children.

[mailorderlove]

gpoy.