Bad Things happen.
But everything always gets better in the end. Somehow, someway.
Just have to keep going.
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Bad Things happen.
But everything always gets better in the end. Somehow, someway.
Just have to keep going.
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The Shame That Follows Needing Reassurance Again
There is a quiet shame that can arrive after you ask for reassurance and receive it. The answer may be kind. The person may mean what they say. For a moment, something in you settles. Then another feeling comes in behind the relief, asking why you needed to ask at all. It can make the comfort feel complicated. You may replay your own question and hear it as too much, too small, too familiar. You may wonder whether you sounded fragile, demanding, or unable to trust what should already be clear. The reassurance helped, and still you feel exposed by having needed it. This is especially tender when you are used to being steady for others. You may know how to offer calm words, how to notice when someone needs a softer answer, how to make room for another person's uncertainty without making them feel foolish. But when the need is yours, the same mercy can be harder to grant. Part of the ache is that reassurance asks someone else to meet you where certainty has thinned. It admits that your mind could not hold the whole bridge on its own. That does not make the need childish. It makes it human in a way that may feel inconvenient if you learned to be loved most easily when you required very little. Afterwards, you might try to become smaller again. You may promise yourself not to ask next time, or to wait longer, or to make the need sound lighter than it is. But the shame is not proof that the need was wrong. Sometimes it is only the old alarm that rises whenever your dependence becomes visible. There can be dignity in naming the second feeling: not only I needed reassurance, but I felt ashamed after receiving it. That sentence holds both the tenderness and the reflex to hide it. It lets the experience become clearer without turning it into a flaw. If this touched something you have been carrying, Ascoltus gives you a quiet place to start: https://ascoltus.com
it’s okay to feel like this, to have days where you face uncertainty, to have moments where you deal with the fear of not knowing. i want you to trust that everything is going to be okay. you're going to be alright. what you've been worrying about, what you've been stressing over, it's taken care of. it's all going to work out for your highest good. i know you're feeling frustrated and you're overwhelmed, but all of the tears you've cried, the setbacks you've faced, the disappointments you've carried is making room for what's for you. the prayers you release never go unnoticed. every time you choose to keep going, you get closer to your breakthrough.
Hey, you. Kid who grew up religious (even if it wasn’t extreme), discovered they were queer, and felt like a terrible sinner despite reassurances from the people you cared about.
You’re going to be okay. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Your guilt and trauma are just as valid as those who were physically abused for existing. You deserve to feel loved and safe. Whatever you believe in now, I wish nothing but good things for you.
Idk maybe this is best for me..?
I don’t think I’ll be in the dating scene for a really long time tho.
I’ll get back out there someday .
🤷🏾♀️
I think right now I just need me.
| Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me ~
Genuinely caressing my own arm to fall asleep, imagining someone else is holding me
Is this a loser move..