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angels be like: i have no gender and i can talk to god
"Your trauma made you stronger!"
Maybe I didn't want to be stronger? Maybe I wanted to be safe? Maybe I wanted to be cared for? Maybe I wanted to be able to trust? Maybe I wanted to be soft and light and happy?
And maybe I deserved to have all that - instead of being forced to be strong.
Makara bros are just foolish
Rock doves were once our companions and prized possessions. Now we call them pests and winged rats.
shoutout to all the kids with good people as bad parents. the parents who were sympathetic, honest and kind to everyone until you were the next in line. the parents who loved the entire family except you. the parents who preached about acceptance, warmth and kindness, but never offered it to you. the parents who were understanding to friends, cousins or siblings, but not to their own children. the cognitive dissonance is surreal, but i promise it is not a reflection of your own worth. you deserve more.
kurloz and his quadrants, call that shit mardi gras
people with adhd, psychosis, brain fog, schizophrenia or anything that affects memory, recall and perception of reality are so at risk of gaslighting. even when you’re pretty sure you did/didn’t do a thing, if someone suggests that it didn’t actually happen that way or you’re skewing the facts or you’re just misremembering or whatever, you start to question yourself and your own memories and that is very easy to take advantage of. and it’s so incredibly difficult to get anyone to believe you or take you seriously because not even you are 100% sure you’re recalling things correctly. it sucks so bad not being able to rely on your own memory and to have to worry about people using it against you (because they can and will)
Do you ever just feel that you weren't meant to grow up? Life was already complicated as kid, but you knew how to do things anyway. Everything felt...real. But now? Everything feels so off, so wrong, so numb. Like it wasn't meant to be.
I am here for the "bad" survivors.
I am here for people who don't perform perfectly as they recovered from their trauma and abuse.
I am here for people who weren't believed.
I am here for people who went back, who reached out, who were unsure about what was happening to them until they were.
I am here for people who behaved chaotically and uncharacteristically in reaction to their trauma.
I am here for people who screamed, yelled, or hit back.
I am here for people who froze, stayed silent, or couldn't fight back.
I am here for people who couldn't get their stories straight, because their own memories of what happened were so fractured by the trauma.
I am here for people who's boundaries became rigid and impermeable as they tried to create a new sense of safety in their life.
I am here for people who lost all boundaries, who felt unsafe setting any boundaries in the wake of having them violated.
Whatever happened that makes you feel like you were a "bad" survivor, I am here for you.
There are no "bad" survivors because there are no "good" survivors. Surviving is hard.
Warped medullary rays found on pieces of wood that resemble animals
I enjoy interesting artwork, that causes the questioning of the reality we live in.
Death Note: episode 3-4-5