Wild To Think Some People Never Question Their Own Sanity. Like They Dont Have To Worry About Memories

Wild to think some people never question their own sanity. Like they don’t have to worry about memories being distorted or erased bc of trauma, don’t question if a good day is actually a manic day, don’t wonder if someone is mad at them or if it’s paranoia, don’t feel haunted by the notion that their own internal experience is an elaborately fabricated lie they’ve convinced themselves and everyone else of in a bid for attention and special treatment… like imagine just having thoughts without a peanut gallery of demons heckling you all the time

"God I'm such an attention whore I'm definitely only doing this for attention" I say, alone, by myself, as I take every possible precaution to hide my relapse from every single person who will see me.

dress codes that arent ppe are stupid as fuck. as an adult human being with a (relatively) functioning brain i have never walked into a place and given a fuck what an employee was wearing. “professional” okay bitch i can make up adjectives too. “grundlous” see easy

Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.

ok so we know about the need to infodump, but what about the opposite? The need to absorb more information about your special interest like a sponge, but you literally can’t find any new material because you’ve already consumed every fact about it

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