Storms Don't Last Forever

We Are Powerful Because We Have Survived..

[heylsgowt]

[noradaydreams]

𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ ⋆.˚

[academic-vampire]

𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯

[maureen2musings]

Harz Mountains, Germany

foundmypeacehere

[undertheinfluencex1]

i crave connection but also silence and zero human interaction

[twloha]

[leirelatent]

Vincent van Gogh, The Complete Letters (“The sadness will last forever”)

[promptlylethalember]

The Nightmares Came Back

The nightmares are back again. I wake up in a sweat, heart pounding, body frozen. It takes me a few minutes to remember where I am. That I’m safe. That the danger isn’t here anymore.

But my body doesn’t know that. Not really.

The dreams don’t even always make sense. Sometimes they’re twisted versions of memories. Other times it’s just the feeling—panic, helplessness, fear—looping over and over like it never ended.

Every time this happens, I’m reminded that trauma doesn’t vanish just because time has passed. It lives in my nervous system, my sleep, my muscles. It shows up uninvited.

I remember when I first got diagnosed with CPTSD. It was like something finally clicked into place—and shattered at the same time. Part of me felt relief: Oh. That’s what this is. I’m not just broken.

But another part of me felt grief. Because it confirmed just how much I had been through.

That it was trauma.

That the pain was real.

That it wasn’t all in my head.

It’s strange how a diagnosis can feel like both a permission slip and a scar. Permission to stop blaming myself. But also a scar I carry—proof that I’ve lived through things people should never have to.

The nightmares make it hard to rest. But even in the middle of them, I try to remind myself:

I survived.

I’m still here.

And every time I wake up and choose to face another day, I’m reclaiming something. Even when the healing feels slow. Even when it feels like im going backwards. Even when it hurts.

I’m still moving forward, and im not hiding anymore

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[overthink]

Kate Kirkwood

[promptlylethalember]

Do you know what's frustrating? When you go to the doctor multiple times to get help for your mental health, to ask to talk to someone who isn't a friend or family member that doesn't really want to listen, to talk to a professional to actually figure out what the fuck is wrong with you. Only to be told time and time again.. just take these.. they'll make you feel better. I am tired of taking tablets to make my brain numb so I don't have to think about it all. That has literally been the problem all these years. I haven't had a chance to process anything. I actually want to talk, I NEED to talk about it. I need to get it out and scream about it. WHY WHY WHY. I get tired of people saying "oh your a survivor" I don't want to be a survivor because none of it should have happened in the first fucking place. I'm tired of putting on that fake smile when I literally feel like I'm have 2000 conversations and memories floating around in my head. Arguing with myself and trying to put out the fire. I can't even cry anymore cuz I don't know how to feel anything other then angry. I keep finding myself spacing out even more, zoning out cuz my brain is struggling with pretending for so long. I just want to talk to someone who isn't going to look at me differently or get bored when I tell them my life. Im just clawing my way through every day and it's just so exhausting.

[denkweisen]

[aidashakur]

Nobody notices how sad you are until it turns into anger...........now you crazy and need help

[euphurical]

[twenyonepilots]

do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude

[overthink]

Aasif Iqbal J

[cottaqecore]

source: kotomi on flickr