the therapist's couch

my mental health is way outta wack and what I should be doing is talking to a professional about it but what i'm gonna do instead is tell a bunch of strangers on the internet about it 

[jupiter-suggestion]

it's too much. keep it all inside you or they'll take one look and say, "you're too much." disgust in their voices, fear in their eyes.

[bpdbobbidiboo]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[phieee]

[memes-to-show-my-therapist]

[adampvrrish]

my fatal flaw is that if i don't want to do something i just won't do it like mama raised a quitter for sure.. i'll be doing something and suddenly be like damn what if i just didn't 🤔. very freeing but also i suffer so many consequences

[thebrokenparts]

can anyone relate?

Monday, April 4, 12:27am 2022

The grieving process for a spouse is, at minimum, three years. Three long years of insufferable grief. What life looks like beyond those three years is unknowable. Maybe there’s hope… but maybe there isn’t. And I… I could never be that selfish. 

My precious, darling husband. How could I find it within myself to condemn him for the rest of his existence to the realities of my current existence? Is my own relief so alluring that I could forget - no, consciously put away - the sorrows of others? My nature chides my self-centered fantasies of slipping away. Nonetheless, their appeal is increasingly undeniable. 

Were this scene more light-hearted, there’d be a record scratch and the frame would freeze. “This is me,” the narrator’s voice would say, before launching into an explanation of how such chaos came about. This is me, that much is true. But I don’t know how I got here. And if I did, how to explain to the audience something even the man I lay with can’t understand? A theater full of patrons after the turn of the millennium is not the most forgiving place. The early 2000’s were a hard time for us all. 

That’s the state of the world, though, like it or not. One can find as much grace and mercy here as within the casket-like enclosure of a catholic confessional. I suppose that’s how I got here. That’s what bent my ear towards the temptation of relief. That’s what prompted me to put a grieving spouse’s three years against my wretched eternity on the scale. 

For now, the weight of my husband’s fate sinks lower than my continued aforementioned misery. But we shall see. Yes, we shall see.

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don’t even look at me unless you would die for me

[thebrokenparts]

me: *lines up my mental illnesses* vibe check

[konoko]

[bugfluids-deactivated20250511]

[thesquireofcheddar]

Enough things have happened. No more things for a while. Thank you.

[urparty]

no casual interests we hyperfixate like men

[prisonhannibal]

adhd is the disorder where the “don’t want to get in the shower and don’t want to get out of the shower” feeling applies to every single thing you do at all times

[largishcat]

trying to find a new piece of media to consume like, it has to be new, it has to be familiar, if it stresses me out even a little i will die, i want there to be a specific kind of conflict but i don’t know what kind, i want to be utterly engrossed, i want to watch it in the background, i can’t concentrate, i am hyperfixated, i want to be challenged, i want to be comforted, i want to be disturbed but in a comforting way, maybe i’ll just watch the first three seasons of great british bakeoff again

[haberdashing]

i have a little switch in my head. its two settings are “do everything immediately” and “do nothing at all”. i do not control what the switch is set to, and there is no third setting

[thebrokenparts]

the devil works hard but damn my mental illness works harder