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The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"
On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."
Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.
Its National Coyote Day! I look to them as my guiding animal, a true spirit of resilience, resistance, and growth. Every day I am grateful to embody and honor them.
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#how long have we been holding on to this one?
i’ve had this queued for 365 days
NEVER HIDE ANY PART OF YOURSELF EVEN IF IT'S YOUR OWN PAIN OR FEAR OR INSANITY - EVERYONE IS INSANE ANYWAY
Unsolicited Advice From A Mentally Ill Man
Supercilious meat
is stuffed inside
pristine suits
and muddied tank tops.
Only the dust
is infallible.
So many people
have grafted gavels
onto their beating hearts
while screaming "peace"
into meditation halls
thinking that it will save the world
but the only thing
that can rescue us
is to shake hands
with every dirty window
and open our minds
to welcome
the eye of the storm.
Your parents are not "narcissists". They're typical authoritarian assholes who treat you like their property because society allows them to.
Your ex boyfriend is not a "narcissist". He's a typical misogynistic douchebag who treats women like shit because society allows him to.
Your boss is not a "narcissist". They're a typical classist dipshit who thinks workers' entire purpose in life is to generate profit because society allows them to.
And even if they happen to be a "narcissist", that's not what gave them the power to get away with abuse.
So stop blaming mental illness and start blaming society's normalization of abuse. Stop acting like someone has to have a mental illness in order to do something cruel when ordinary people have been doing atrocious things since forever.
I used to write with red wine
or whiskey.
By hand.
In pencil.
And it was good…
mostly.
Now I’ve switched
to tea
that tastes like dessert.
A drop of rum
to loosen the hinges
when creativity’s caged.
Tapping keys and cursing printers:
Devil’s spawn.
I wrote better with wine and whiskey.
Faster.
Prettier.
Pages filled with words that hummed.
It’s truer now.
No lies.
No hiding.
Just me and
ugly honesty.
It's a simple command really.
there’s a tiny space to hold onto scraps of the best of us like acorns holding giant oaks I can’t spell out where we can go to dream or just be I just know I can feel the world we make and disappear to when I curl my hands into fists in my pockets no matter the noise
I will walk among
The bright, tender violets
I will seek softness
The war of sun and shadow
Will soothe the wound in my soul
No. 6181 充電中
I could not save them
I was too busy waking up
Now they're a memory
Fading darkly on the cusp
I am not feeling all too human
I think I have become someone far more rotten
I'll tear my heart out
Before it falls out
Drought Conditions
Ignored and bored
No faith restored
The only reward
Fall upon a sword
Used to believe
No plan to deceive
Get no reprieve
Time to relieve
Essay on greed
The paper cut I need
Stand here and bleed
On soil with no seed
by tim
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