If you’re worried you’re ‘doing it for attention’ and you do it when you’re alone/inside your own head it literally CAN’T be for attention.
You have a mental illness. 💖

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If you’re worried you’re ‘doing it for attention’ and you do it when you’re alone/inside your own head it literally CAN’T be for attention.
You have a mental illness. 💖
Complex-Trauma Healing Journey ✨️ Gratitude for the nature in our world 🌳
But I survived…
My medication was changed and I already can feel the difference.
I didn’t know there even was medication that could help with CPTSD/PTSD symptoms, and well, I’m glad to know there is.
I’m also relieved to have taken the break that I did from being on my phone. It helped me a lot to breathe and interact with people again.
Theres likea a special kind of silence that grows in people who’ve been hurt too long.
It’s the kind that presses against your throat
teaching you to swallow every reaction before it escapes.
You learn to read moods like weather patterns
to brace for storms that shouldn’t be yours to endure.
And after a while, you stop asking why.
You just shrink yourself down to whatever size keeps you safest
even if it means disappearing a little more each day.
Always thinking:
I am bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad
And I doing bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad things.
And I'll be punished for it.
Living with C-PTSD and ALOT of memory lost /repression and you just sit there and randomly *BOOM* "Remember this fucked up thing that u forgot until now? Yeah u gonna think about that for the rest of the week"
Not enough to kill me. Not enough to get me fully drunk. Just enough to quiet it all. A moment for myself to breathe. To stop the shaking. Is that such a crime?
A little death.
The kind that burns in your throat and stomach.
A pain i can control.
But still keeps me useful to everyone,