im like a dying traumatized animal i need attention but also im afraid of it severely bc of how its hurt me

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im like a dying traumatized animal i need attention but also im afraid of it severely bc of how its hurt me
You really don’t realise how much location affects trauma until you’ve spent a year in the new place and realise photos of your old kitchen give you panic attacks
Yk what’s funny? I told my doctor that my brain has been coming up with a bunch of new rules, which is making my anxiety worse, and she said, 'Well, rules are meant to be broken' ;)
I fucking hate being in my head so much. I hate spiraling into my brain. Overthinking every interaction and everything I said. Even if in the moment everything felt positive, I have absolutely nothing to go off that somethings wrong but I feel like I did something bad. And im pretty sure it just this guilt thats been instilled in me from a long time ago. That programming of im not supposed to say anything. People aren't supposed to know. Noones supposed to know. And even though what I said had nothing to do with my original trauma. Im still getting this same feeling. That im gonna be punished for saying something. I don't want to punished i don't want to be bad i don't want to see him i don't want to die please please I don't want to please
El ya no está hace año y medio, pero lo sigo reflejando en mis relaciones como traumas, miedos, cada fisura en mi suspira su aroma a mierda, me dejó tan dañada que no puedo desasearme de esas secuelas.
“Be this and not that, feel this, not that” years later turned into “why can’t you just accept how great you are?”
This is how I feel when I write emotional incest or just regular incest for my stories.
(I am in pain, this is what I get for writing about cults.)
I don't fucking care. I don't want to think. I don't want to go through this again. I don't need to go through this again. I'm trying to move on. Ugh.