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@undertheweatherlately
Who else was/is absolute convinced that they are somehow secretly terrible and literally the worst person ever to exist and that you deserve punishment just for being alive?
You are red.
You like being red! It’s a nice color! But you’re surrounded by greens and blues all the time, and it would be nice to find some other people like you.
So, you look for red spaces. It turns out that there aren’t many, but there are plenty of spaces for yellows and oranges. You share some experiences with them - especially the oranges.
At some point you find a group advertised as a place for all warm colors, so you join. After all, red is a warm color! It seems great at first. People talk about how nice it is to be the color of the sun, and you agree - the sun is more yellow than red, but it’s reddish!
They talk about how they’re the color of buttercups; of school buses; of gold. The yellows sometimes talk about what they share with greens, and you’re a bit uncomfortable, but you let them do it because it’s important to them. Everything seems to be about the yellows. They talk about oranges too, but the yellows seem to care an awful lot about making sure that nobody assumes that all of them have some red like the oranges do. It’s a little strange that they fight so hard to prove that they aren’t like you.
One day, you happen to talk a bit about being red, and mention some of the experiences you share with purples. Some of the yellows are a bit uncomfortable (just like you were all the times that they talked about shared experiences with greens), and ask you not to talk about that anymore.
You’re frustrated. This was supposed to be a space for all warm colors, and you would like to be able to talk about your experiences as a warm color.
You keep encountering yellows with a habit of referring to yellow experiences as warm color experiences. They act like yellow and oranges are the only warm colors. It makes you feel like other people don’t care about you; like you don’t matter. This frustrates you even more.
When you tell yellows about your frustrations, some ignore you. Some deny that anything they’ve done has hurt you. Some tell you that they’re orange, not yellow, so they can’t have hurt you. There are even some who insist on calling you a “warm color with no yellow” instead of a red. You grow even more frustrated.
You don’t want to fight. You want to build a strong alliance of warm colors.
Most of all, you just want to be listened to.
And sometimes I wish I could be dissected so I could finally understand who I am
Dissociation feels
everything is happening 0.5 times too fast
numb
everything but a little bit to the left
Numb™
it feels like Monday the 17th at 3:31pm but also like Saturday at 4:57am
….. existing?
hahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
why are the end credits playing I didn’t even hit play
Current emotion is coma
I need to self-harm but I physically cannot move
feeling panic rising up inside but being too numb to physically react
Must Do Thing. Do Not Know What Thing Is.
N҉͏̖͇͕̥ư̷̭̪͇͉̰̱͢ͅḿ͝҉̠̬̘͇̫͇͍̘͜b̴͓͍̱̣
everythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingevery
…I should start a religion
I A M G O D
*vibrating softly* everything in the world is my fault
Numb
Existence Is Fraud
Do I still have legs?
Literally my entire life
i didnt realize until now but social media is like... our memory. like i look back and always had this disconnect with who i was in certain photos but never knew why i just appreciated i took so many pictures and videos and always documented my day.
a lot of people think im obsessed with social media but in reality i just needed an out for my amnesia and i found it and it works the best it can ya know
I wasn’t myself for months and nobody noticed…
- A book that I’m writing in my head
“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.
i tried to throw myself down the stairs
like I didnt but someone did
i caught myself and felt true fear as they taunted me... i dont know what they want from me or if they even want us to live at all
DID/OSDD/Dissociative disorders aren't *fun* headmates.... It's fucking scary thinking I have other people in my head.
Even scarier when they make themselves known... now that I know about them... they know I'm not listening on purpose.
And they're pissed