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Everything is fine! Why wouldn't it be?
My mind doesn’t rest. I’m exhausted. Last night I maybe got two hours of sleep in small 15 to 20 minute increments. A sick dog is never fun. You know that sound, that one sound that can wake you up out of a dead sleep. For me, it’s always been the sound of an animal vomiting. I literally broke my kneecap one night years ago running to move the dog off the carpet.
I’m gonna try not to think about it.
Over sharing. At what point is sharing too much? Why do I the need to feel vulnerable? I wonder if my brain is so detached from other places that I need this. I’m needing to watch, read, and unfortunately, even talk about things that bring me back to feeling. Feeling something almost as intense as the constant vibration of anxiety inside my brain. It’s always sadness and trauma that we cling onto the most.
I’m gonna try not to think about it.
I wish I could talk to myself the way I talk to everyone else. I think the closest I’ve ever gotten is here, on this Tumblr, letting my brain spill out for you who follow along on my journey of this weird journey.
Worried I’m going into fighter flight mode. I’m gonna try not to think about it.
For a moment, my mind goes quiet. All the ambient noise in the room overwhelms my senses. The wind blowing outside, the ringing in my ears, the dog snoring. Quiet. Alone. Never alone.
It is time to shut down. It’s time for sleep. 💤
Photo dump of Matt Sydal at Dragon Gate USA back in Vegas 🥰🥰
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honestly, wtf lmao
Stupid Little Demon, when will you learn?
You cannot swallow your feelings forever, they will infest and burst forth like tapeworms of the soul...
Mia, after getting out of Dulvey and being put on a bunch of medications: Well, I guess I don't need to go to therapy. The problem seems to have resolved itself.
Zoe, watching her have newly developed anxieties and sensory issues: Um... are you sure about that-
Mia: I said. It resolved. Itself.