#tw frustration

[shifting-lark]

Hi anons!!! I bunched these together in this post because I get the same vibe from them: y’all are really frustrated and just really want to shift and want to know why you haven’t shifted yet.

I get it. I do. I haven’t fully shifted yet and I understand how frustrating it can be. You just want to BE THERE and be with your DR family/friends. I 100% understand.

But patience is key. You gotta take a step back, take a deep breath, and accept that shifting could take time. You might not shift in a month, you might not shift in a year. You also might shift tomorrow!! Everyone is different and there is no 100% proven method to “shift faster.”

Being “obsessed” with needing to shift and becoming “desperate” only makes it harder (in my personal opinion) Shifting is very go with the flow and natural, so if you try to force it over and over, you’ll just be wearing yourself out.

Take shifting breaks, work on your script or watch your DR show / read your DR book etc. just relax and accept that shifting may take time and that’s okay.

You WILL shift. I can’t promise you exactly when, but YOU WILL. Just know that and don’t give up 💕

Other friendly reminders and motivation: x x x

[dollops-of-delusion]

strain of love: content.

aomine daiki.

reader: gender neutral. pronouns unmentioned. second point of view.

warnings: feelings of emptiness/discontent, frustration, food (a sandwich), sleep mention, betting (a sandwich)

notes: i liked the metaphor in this one.

Interest wanes for Aomine as quickly as the moon phases. An initial graduality of fading moonlight followed by a steep descent into neglect: left empty and diminished.

Content is nonexistent at the top. It makes his philosophy to stop looking for it at all, and let the world turn grey.

Which is why he’s ever so surprised when you bring color back.

It starts subtly.

You shove him awake in class when everybody else considers him a lost cause, you bet your sandwich in a game of sticks when his stomach grumbles, you pretend he’s sick so he can calm down in the abandoned nurse’s office whenever he’s frustrated.

Maybe the way you go about it is sly. Maybe it’s loud. Maybe it’s quiet. But it’s less about how you go about it, and more you do that keeps him from pushing you away.

Gradually, you create the beginning of a slow reacclimation to the world of light and hue.

With you, he is content.

And he finds he finally wants to to try again: to make you feel that way around him too.

[lil-sis-sammy]

Little rant!! I’m sorry, all. I’ve got posts queued for tomorrow!!

I have emailed my teacher TWICE, as well as told him up-front that I prefer Sam, not my deadname. Yet every single day, I’ve got to hear him say it during roll. It’s just not fair, why does he continue to do this even when I’ve told him I don’t feel comfortable with it? Does he think I’m Trans? Because that reveals a number of more serious problems. I’m getting sick of this nonsense. I just want to be separated from the name that brought me so much pain. I want to be Sam.

[minxchester]

I have had my service dog for a year now.

Through in-person and Facetime interactions and by witnessing my mental health improving with her at my side, I assumed my parents had come to really see her as an asset.

Nope. :))))))

[domainexpansion-expiredtylenol]

Being the only person in my house who can do handy work really fucking sucks when the project isn’t going well and you get so frustrated you have to just reset and try another day because it’s too much

Especially frustrating when I cry afterwards and feel like a complete failure and my negative self talk gets worse out of nowhere

I just wanted to mount a new TP holder and now I’m physically paralyzed in bed because I feel like an angry disappointment lol

[theloudlyhappy]

lately ive been anxious because of a single comment made by a complete stranger on another platform

ive been anxious that I tag too many trigger warnings

this has been really frustrating and stressing to deal with this feeling of anxiety about every post I reblog or make

I know this is my blog and I can run it how I need or want and that people can just not interact if it bothers them but ive become anxious of backlash or insults anyways

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

//tw: all caps, frustration, bold text

A roar, followed by the crunching of wood and a sob.

Ash was leaning heavily against the wall of the barn, putting their weight on their forearms. They looked like they were trying to protect themself from something.

They let out another choked-up cry, but they weren’t sad.

They were frustrated.

“Why—” they gasped, “do I need to feel everythin’ from everyone all the time? Even someone like him? Why can’t I just make it STOP?!”

They punched the barn wall, then slowly sank to their knees. They wiped their burning, streaming eyes, choking out frustrated, gasping sobs.

“Wh-why can’t I turn it off? Why do I h-have to feel everything?”

They let themself cry for a few minutes before cleaning their face as best they could and heading back to the house.

...Time for supper.

[witchsouth]

I keep thinking about all of my failed relationships in life. Not even trying to distract myself or forming new connections helps because I'm the problem.

I'm so tired of being abandoned time and time again but evidence only goes to show that I must be doing something wrong.

I wish I could kill my emotions and passion and everything because that's what seems to be the problem. This is exactly why I attempted on Friday.

I can feel that everything's wrong and I just want it to stop. Even my own cousins refuse to give me the time of day, they can't be bothered to say hello.

And I don't know what to do because the less interaction I have, the more agitated and crazy I become. I don't want to be like this at all.

All I want is a tight-knit friend group, but every time I even come close to that, it all just goes away. Am I too late? Am I too old to form longlasting bonds?

I wouldn't wish this on anyone. It's too much. It's too much because I'm too much. How can I tone myself down? How can I wear myself down into something appealing? How do I tear myself apart and stay like that for someone?