Nov 7, 2021
"Anxiety is so cute, uwu"
Ok, but I had a really bad attack last night, resulting in me peeing myself, sobbing hysterically, and having intensely morbid thoughts of hurting myself. Still think it's cute?
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"Anxiety is so cute, uwu"
Ok, but I had a really bad attack last night, resulting in me peeing myself, sobbing hysterically, and having intensely morbid thoughts of hurting myself. Still think it's cute?
Making this my new pinned!
Hey, theys, gays, boys, and babes. I’m Coonz, or, if you want, I’m going by Jay. I’m in recovery, and I am learning that my way of coping is far different from others. I offend people with my jokes of self-depreciation and mental illness, and that’s what made me dabble into bastardcore, chaoscore, and traumacore.
Besides shitposting, I am actually diagnosed and recognized with having the following:
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Depressive disorder (with possible mania)
Borderline Personality Disorder
C-PTSD
Schizophrenia/Psychosis
Please note that I talk about triggering things: traumatic experiences (mental, emotional, religious, physical, grooming, sudden and unexpected death), hallucinations and delusions I might have, distressing symptoms of OCD (total avoidance of numbers, leading to fasting, dermatilomania, intrusive thoughts), and drugs.
BY FOLLOWING THIS ACCOUNT, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE SUBJECT TO THESE SUBJECTS, EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE UNTAGGED.
IF YOU ARE A TERF/HOMOPHOBE, FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF IF YOU ARE A TRANSPHOBE. FUCK OFF IF YOU ARE A MAP/PEDO OR INTO DDLG. FUCK OFF IF YOU THINK MAKING FUN OF PSYCHOSIS AND/OR OCD IS FUN.
Otherwise, have fun and jizz at my misery.
Starting a vent diary is so therapeutic. Literally, highlighter and pen.
Whenever someone really makes me feel like shit, I instantly go into selectively mute mode where I just don't say anything and internalize every fucking thing.
I actually missed hallucinating??? What???
I’m falling in love with books again. They’re darker in topic (human experimentation/dark medical history) but I can’t wait to read all these books.
Hm, feeling like a monster doesn't make you a monster and besides, monsters have cool traits too so monster or not, I think you're cool. You don't have to believe it but I do think you're cool and I don't plan on changing my mind about it.
Okay...
Please.
I woke up. My schedule got disorganized. My plugs won’t front weed and I’m feeling like a psychotic episode is coming on. I have chronic pain everywhere in my goddamn body, and you won’t let me go to bed without eating.
I don’t think you understand. Let me rephrase this:
FOR ONCE IN MY FUCKING LIFE LET ME DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME HAPPY.