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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Origami Around
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@multiplayermind
⚠️ THIS BLOG DOES NOT PROVIDE PROFESSIONAL ADVICE ⚠️
Welcome to my mental health art blog. I am an artist on a multi-year therapeutic journey. I just want a space that I can look back on and see my progress. Anything else gained is incidental.
Working through traumatic dissociation of the personality, anxiety, depression, ADHD, etc.
I don't do party tricks. Please be respectful if you're asking about my experience.
- PLAYER 1 + PLAYER 2
🗃 #ART
🗃 #MUSINGS
🗃 #ASKS
Orion Spur [ 7 colors ]
Apathy
Ephemeral [ 7 colors ]
“No one is coming to save you.” I disagree ! I believe many people made up of many small moments come to save pieces of you , even if just briefly. The mentor who believed in you . The friend who said they’re proud of you. The family member that makes you laugh . The random person who held the door for you out of nothing but kindness. The teacher who took extra time to help you understand. The person who smiled at you when you walked into a store. The little kid who looks up to you. The person who randomly complimented you. Being “saved” isn’t about being whisked away and all your hardships gone, it’s about the people and things that remind you life is not all hardships, it is kindness, love, gentleness, softness, care, thoughtfulness. It is many moments made up of your lifetime that keeps you going and showing you the world is still beautiful, and will always be. Despite.
it's really gross how you can be self aware enough to know what's going on in your head but you can't actually stop it from happening. i need to grab it like a pigeon that got stuck in a house and throw it out the window. be free
(wanting to make a post about something but it reveals too much about your personal life) i have had a negative experience
on having a "collective consciousness"
When you're no longer 13 and you actually have to be a person instead of a sentient trauma response.
so i learnt about the wheel of tolerance (the idea that someone can be going through multiple survival responses at the same time, instead of the different stages progressing in a given order) and everything makes so much more sense
fucking whatever man. [my plumbob changes from green to red instantly]
The meaning of life is dressing in a cute outfit only to get a fruity little drink at the local café.
I was supposed to have therapy today but my therapist isn't feeling good so that's pushed to tomorrow. I'm dealing with low level fatigue from the end of my sickness + work + not taking my meds when I should have. Otherwise I'm happy to be out.
— PLAYER 1
"If you were [put in a dangerous situation], I'd literally kill myself." Okay but have you considered being a proper caregiver first.
— PLAYER 2
I think my abuser is ashamed of me. They truly are not interested in my life outside of what I can achieve. They are intimidated that my happiness exists outside of the parameters they set before I was born. They say they regret "influencing" me to pursue art in college because I don't currently utilize my degree during a brutal downturn into a recession. They try to claim ownership over my love of art when it was never about them. I refused to show them my art as a teen. They tell me I should be a computer scientist despite me never showing any interest in it, because they believe that would make me the most money (when AI is scalping coders left and right). They are upset when I tell them I'm happy. They are unhappy at my own happiness. They see my happiness as a failure. They don't want me as I am.
I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I hate every moment I am dissociated from the truth of how awful they are to me. I hate having hope and falling for my own delusion every single time. I wish the only thing I had to worry about was their ghost in my head instead of the current reality that I am not loved properly by the person who made me.
— PLAYER 2 + PLAYER 1
