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every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

[thoradvice]

the world can be so beautiful. somewhere, a baby was a born. someone got their first kiss. someone beat cancer. someone got married. someone adopted a lonely cat. someone is loving themself. someone got approved for life-saving surgery. flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, the moon is out there. if you can’t find anything beautiful, make it. 

[waltsentme]

[distantvoices]

Adwoa Aboah By Georgia Tal For ODDA Magazine SS19

[bumbleblossoms]

“I finish another book and close the cover on what feels like my whole world. It was, just for a short while. Reading the last page mimics saying goodbye to you, and each time, I can bring back that bitter feeling from so many months ago. I take the book and place it neatly on my shelf. It fades into the array of covers, no longer standing out. How I wish you would do the same. How I wish I could start anew in a whole different world.”

— Miriam Kamens, the story of missing you

[brokendrippinghaloes]

The scariest part of being diagnosed with a personality disorder is the element of recovery that feels like you have to do it for the people you love. Like sure yeah itll make my life easier in the long run too. But if I dont go through with recovery than the people I love suffer. And I just cant accept that. So I have to go through the pain and discomfort of recovery so they can be safe from/with me.

And I dont know. Theres something so completely underrated and terrifying about that concept.

[laura-palmers-ghost]

“I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right and what is wrong. I do not understand if I am being punished for something I have done wrong, something I don’t remember, or if this happens to everyone, and I am just too stupid to understand it.”

- Laura Palmer

[avpdramatic]

Collection of my repeating paranoid thoughts:

no one is allowed to know I exist

no one is safe

please dont percieve me

please stop watching me

nothing makes sense everything is dangerous

im not supposed to be real

everything is fake and designed to hurt me

[vacillating-bpd-queen]

Almost blacked out the damn thing.

Template included for your own use.

[goblinsofthegalaxy-deactivated2]

For me the hardest part of being mentally ill is that I never know if I’ve actually been wronged or if I’m just making shit up. I never know if I’m allowed to be upset or not. It’s straight up exhausting and leads to a lot of unnecessary confrontation. My early warning threat detection radar goes nuts over literally everything so how am I supposed to know when there is an actual threat? Because of this I feel like I’m consistently causing problems for others and myself. Starting to feel like the life of a hermit is the only option for me. I can’t be a problem for people if there are no people around to be a problem for.

[ojibwa]

[fakeboitherottengirl]

There is a lot of talk about how growing up with an abusive parent sets you up to tolerate abusive partners but nobody mentions how it sets you up to prefer abuse over healthy conflict resolution and creates bizarre impulses to entrap your loving partner into behaving in an abusive way or completely crushes your ability to communicate to the point where you abuse yourself on your partner’s behalf because having no boundaries and enduring abuse has become your only way to display “real loyalty and love” and a healthy relationship feels “shallow” because you’ve spent your entire childhood convincing yourself that your abusive parent-child dynamic is just a “deeper/more complicated/more loyal” love than what healthy families have and carry that over into your idea of romance.

[ojibwa]

[adaptive--manipulator]

“I don’t believe that you have a mental illness, you’re just lazy and creating your own problems so you could be a victim.”

The 3 professionals who diagnosed me, my prescription drugs, my past suicide attempt, my long history of self-destructive behaviour and the history of mental illness in my family: *all look at the camera like they’re in the office*

[positiveautistic-deactivated202]

Yes I know, tomorrow is scary, but so was yesterday and you made it through just fine. I believe in you.

[ophore]

do any of you guys have mentally ill parents where you feel like you have to constantly be helping them even though it’s hurting you but feel guilty and like you’re abandoning them when you set boundaries because they’re not doing well/how do you manage it

[ebi-but-edgy]

I infantilize myself so much. Not like in some age regression fetish way, but like when I start dissociating I’ll draw myself as some ambiguously-aged kiddo.

And when I’m having troubling thoughts, I’ll think of my FP protecting me in an almost parental way, and imagine myself with them in some dreamlike space full of fluff and sweets and shit.

I guess it’s just when I’m feeling vulnerable, I feel like I regress a little. Anyone have any thoughts?

[infiniteiridescence]

Left Behind

Everyone knows how to move on,

Move on without me, of course,

So now they’re all gone,

And I feel so much worse

Than I ever have before,

But they wouldn’t know

Because they’re not here anymore.

Somehow I have nowhere to go.

I never really do.

I just sit and wait

For someone new

To latch onto my desperate bait

And grant me as a friend.

I try to warn them all

That it will quickly end,

But they ignore my call.

Why should they listen?

Only I will get hurt when they leave,

And they won’t see my blood glisten

Because they wouldn’t want to believe

They did this to me,

They caused this pain.

They’re gone, too far away to see

That without them, I’m beginning to go insane.