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funny story

my friend and I were at a Halloween party in high school. there was this drunk girl dancing and spilling her drink all over me and my friends. I politely kept telling her to be careful, but after about the fifth time I raised my voice…well this didn’t sit too well with her and she sucker punched me. we fought and I beat the shit out of her. woke up the next day to wash my car, and I see her at the house next door… and found out she was my neighbor

reallyreallyreallytrying

yo how much dirt you gotta throw in the ocean to make a new country

2002hondacivicwithac

flyingpurplepizzaeater

You don’t have to be grateful that it isn’t worse.

voidbat

read that. read it again, and again, and again. somebody, somewhere, always has it worse than you. there is one person on this planet that has it the worst of all, and that person is NOT the only person allowed to be unhappy with their lot. if things are bad for you, they are bad for you. period.

biwomensupport

This goes for trauma as well. A lot of times survivors get trapped in a cycle of minimizing/diminishing their trauma because “other people have it worse” - but there is no hierarchy of trauma. There is no ranking system for which traumas are “better” or “worse.” Your trauma is valid. Period.