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32. she/her. disabled. osdd & cptsd. sex trafficking survivor. posts might be triggering.
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After Therapy Today, I Spent 5 Hours Writing Fanfiction In Which The Main Character Gets The Comfort
After therapy today, I spent 5 hours writing fanfiction in which the main character gets the comfort I wish I had been given as a kid. I didn't do anything on my to-do list but I'm gonna count this as productive anyway.
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Your best is what you can do without harming your mental and physical health, not what you can accomplish when you disregard it.
Sometimes I have an impulse to just cry and yell and scream, over and over, until every mother fucker hears me when I say how fucking terrible she was to me
She sold me. She sold me. She sold me. She sold me. She sold me. She sold me. Shesoldmeshesoldmeshesoldmeshesoldme.
Sincerely, with emphasis: fuck.
People talk so often about wanting to go back to the "good old days" of childhood and I can't help but feel some kind of way about it. When I think about my childhood, in an overall general sense, all I feel is fear and dread and relief that it's over.
It's like reminiscing about the good old days is so unrelatable that my brain just turns off. I hate navigating those conversations.