Wracked Robin

For my new year in 2014 I got a diagnosis of DD-NOS. I'm figuring out what that means. I'm not well, I know that. But I'm trying hard to get better, for myself and my loved ones.

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No. (via Zedtown)

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Meet Snickers ❤️ (Source: http://ift.tt/2e4zMKQ)

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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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This is one if my favorite vines

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I just laughed for 10 minutes

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Classic.

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Juan: “Juanita!” Juanita: “I go to church now, and I am in love with Jesus.” Juan: “Jesus.”

Juan: “Jesús! Leave Juanita alone!” Jesús: “What are you talking about!?”

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Forever reblog

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Not sure if this is good or bad

So, I’ve kind of stopped seeing my therapist. She’s a good therapist, very good. I’m just not sure she’s for me. She’s kind of a hippy, which is fine. But she believes in things, which is also fine. I just kind of don’t believe in things. I don’t believes in angels, devils, ghosts, psychic phenomena, or things like that. I barely believe in god.

My therapist seems to believe in everything. She talked to a pet psychic about her cats, for heaven’s sake.

It’s fine for others to believe in whatever they want, but it’s hard for me to connect with her when she tells me she believes I have a guardian angel. It makes me uncomfortable to be like... ummm I don’t believe in all those things.

She also realllllly thinks I have DID. I kind of don’t. Maybe it’s silly to split hairs. I know I have DD-NOS. I have a few parts. Only one of them is very whole. She’s also the only one who ever comes out on her own. My brain gets a little weird sometimes. I haven’t lost time in a few months though.

And right now things are very quiet in my head. I kind of like it. I don’t know if I’m pushing them down or if it’s just something that’s happening.

I only dissociate hard when I’m really freaked out. My meds seem to be helping my anxiety and depression. I dunno... I know I have bad shit in my head. I just don’t want to poke at it when I’m feeling better. I want to just shoo it off, like sweeping it under the rug.

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I don’t know a lot about her in real life, but everything I’ve seen she’s been so nice. I kind of love her.

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please suggest housepet-sized dragons trying to fit into boxes like cats

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paging solitae

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omg There needs to be more of these.

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I had this on my laptop, I turned the screen so my husband could see it. After he read it and laughed I just nodded seriously and pointed at him.

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umm... hi

It’s been a little crazy, up and down and up again. I was off the prednisone, but I got those damn spots again so they put me on 10 mg.

Blah.

Good news, getting back on the pred got rid of the prednisone withdrawal. Woo. I’m on a low enough dose that I can drink!

Guess what I’m doing right now? Hint: It involves vodka!

Now I’m all frisky.

Did you miss me?

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Vaccinate your kids folks

I’m not about to get sick and die because you think juniper leaf with organic honey will protect you from Polio

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THE LARGE DOGS LOVE ME I AM APPRECIATED

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theinfernosystem cows AND dogs… enjoy ;)

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sometimes i’m like “why am i still here” but then i realize that i’m often the only person who is around to take bad-to-eat stuff out of my dog’s mouth and i think there’s this sort of western idea of “if youre not CEO youre nothing special” but my dog is still alive bc of me and i’m still alive bc of other people so maybe i’m just here to pet cats and wear sweaters and help people take the glass out of their mouth. you know? maybe i won’t be CEO but maybe i’ll be able to help somebody afford their trip home. and i think that’s pretty okay, you know?

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by Books of Adam

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It’s me!

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The April Project: TAPPP4

Body memories, trying to scrape all traces of him off my body, knowing that his hands stained me

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Think about this.

I just got a ride home from the gym from a 40-ish year old five foot tall white woman that I’ve never talked to before tonight.

She offered as she saw me leaving. I live literally across the street. Maybe a 5-10 minute walk.

I asked her why she wanted to give me a ride and she said “Because with what’s going on out there I don’t think it’s safe for you to talk alone in the dark.”

I’m a black male in my late 20s who is six feet 8 inches tall and is roughly 400 lbs. I’m a literal giant.

And she feared for my safety because of what she’s seen on the news all week.

Think about that shit.

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GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE!