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♡ anna
♡ 25 anos
♡ transtorno esquizoafetivo subtipo bipolar
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♡ lésbica
♡ vent blog
♡ cocsa survivor
the thing is depression was never destigmatized the narrative just switched from “no one has depression you’re just using it as an excuse” to “everyone has depression you’re just using it as an excuse”
sometimes i look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. like i’m trapped inside a stranger who just happens to have my face.
I love how im nothing to you.
no thoughts, just tears
when you feel like you’re starting to get better and suddenly the impending doom sets in again and you know the cycle is about to repeat
im sick of me too
Healing doesn’t mean pretending it never hurt.
It means letting yourself feel it, and slowly teaching yourself that you’re safe now.
When it comes to psychosis you can remember both too little and too much
I only exist when it's convenient.
People expect monsters.
They want child abusers to be easily identifiable monsters, because the alternative is terrifying.
The alternative, and the reality, is that child abusers look just like everyone else. You can't look at them and know that they are dangerous. They don't have some identifiable devious look in their eyes. They don't all look like creeps.
They are just people. They are parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, babysitters, family friends, teachers, pastors, priests.
They are people you trust. They are often warm and charming and "good with kids".
If you keep looking for monsters, you're going to keep walking right past them, and that's what they are relying on.
pretty sure i could romanticise anything, i am deeply delusional.
é, eu não nasci pra ser feliz
No matter how unwell we schizophrenics may get... we still see and hear you even if we can't make sense of it all
eu tava no estágio e a mulher (que praticamente é minha chefe) perguntou se eu me cortava
óbvio que falei que nao
mas porra, que pergunta ridícula foi essa
It is so fucking exhausting fighting your brain every day dude