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@runningstar
This. Hits. Hard.
The inability to receive support from others is a trauma response.
Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you.
From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you.
From the lovers who offered sexual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart.
From the friendships and family who ALWAYS took more than they ever gave.
From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when shit got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too.
From all the lies and all the betrayals.
You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain point.
Extreme-independence IS. A. TRUST. ISSUE.
You learnt: if I don’t put myself in a situation where I rely on someone, I won’t have to be disappointed when they don’t show up for me, or when they drop the ball... because they will ALWAYS drop the ball EVENTUALLY right?
You may even have been intentionally taught this protection strategy by generations of hurt ancestors who came before you.
Extreme-independence is a preemptive strike against heartbreak.
So, you don’t trust anyone.
And you don’t trust yourself, either, to choose people.
To trust is to hope, to trust is to be vulnerable.
“Never again,” you vow.
But no matter how you dress it up and display it proudly to make it seem like this level of independence is what you always wanted to be, in truth it’s your wounded, scarred, broken heart behind a protective brick wall.
Impenetrable. Nothing gets in. No hurt gets in. But no love gets in either.
Fortresses and armor are for those in battle, or who believe the battle is coming.
It’s a trauma response.
The good news is trauma that is acknowledged is trauma that can be healed.
You are worthy of having support.
You are worthy of having true partnership.
You are worthy of love.
You are worthy of having your heart held.
You are worthy to be adored.
You are worthy to be cherished.
You are worthy to have someone say, “You rest. I got this.” And actually deliver on that promise.
You are worthy to receive.
You are worthy to receive.
You are worthy.
You don’t have to earn it.
You don’t have to prove it.
You don’t have to bargain for it.
You don’t have to beg for it.
You are worthy.
Worthy.
Simply because you exist.
-Jamila White, @inspiredjamila
-photo credit: Randy Orange
“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”
— Lauren Oliver
Read it again...
“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.”
— Holly Black
“People fall in Love with a person, not a gender or an age.”
— Darren Criss
“I don’t have to see you today to know that you look amazing.”
— Unknown
A life-size dollhouse by artist Heather Benning, in Humboldt, Saskatchewan, Canada.
It is simply criminal to not include the images where the artist burned the whole thing to the ground after it became structurally unstable.
Sorry but I just can't get over the idiocy of trying to prove that lesbians are twice as likely to abuse their partners as heterosexual men, only to cite a study saying that 43% of lesbians faced domestic abuse from partners...only to ignore the fact that the overwhelming majority of them experienced that abuse from men they were with before they came out as lesbians. The absolute self-own. Lesbophobia is a fucking drug lmao.
It's actually really irritating because abuse in lgbt relationships DOES need to be discussed more especially in relation to prevention and treatment, and abusive women HAVE gone under the radar of the cultural consciousness (due in no small part to the misogynistic notions that women are inherently victims, women are too weak to abuse, wlw relationships "don't count", men can't be abused, etc) but instead of spending the time and energy on discussing any of that, these men repeatedly just fall back on "women and especially those fucking dykes are actually way worse than men like WAY worse."
may everyone with a heavy heart feel light again
Amen
WE ARE GOING TO EAT WELL.
people should just embrace jewel tones already if I see one more house entirely decorated in washed out neutral colours I’m gonna sue someone
hell is not a fiery demon pit its a never ending white and cream minimalist apartment, every time someone paints a room entirely white and adds a pale blue throw cushion for “a splash of colour” they are carrying out the work of the devil
#fuck resale values my mental health comes first
Writing one’s home-nesting tendencies around resale value is itself playing into the Devil’s hands.
Paint your walls. Install catwalks for your kitties. Transform your home into a hobbit-hole or the innermost chambers of a D&D dungeon owned by a particularly campy lich. Grow a rainforest of plants in your southern-exposure window rooms or strangle your house in vines.
Horrify the Petunia Dursleys of the world by your mere existence, and be happy.
A while ago Facebook kept trying to advertise some kind of design magazine/website to me with an article “The Most Colour-Soaked Home We’ve Ever Seen” and I finally clicked the link and all the pictures were a bunch of white and off-white rooms with a couple of vases and books in bright colours scattered around. Like bitch you’re advertising this to me in Atlantic Canada we don’t do “splashes of colour” we let the floodgates open. Your lame-ass pallid designs have no power here.
When it’s foggy 350 days of the year, you’ve got to be able to pick out your own house from a distance.
,,,,Fuck
I almost started crying because?????? They’re so pretty??????????????
This is where I’m from! 😁 The first picture of the colourful row houses is called “Jellybean Row”. How cute is that, right?
Buildings really are just like that here