Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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It Can Difficult At Times For Me To Regulate My Emotions. They Often Come In These Rushing, Overwhelming
It can difficult at times for me to regulate my emotions. They often come in these rushing, overwhelming surges that are impossible to guage.
So I have been in situations like today, where I'm waiting to see the dentist, and I am struggling to hold back tears because I'm feeling unworthy, incapable and unloved. There have been plenty of times where I have lost the battle and full out sobbed in public.
This is embarrassing, but it's not the worst thing that has ever happened. Occasionally my stress-and-agony-exhausted body decides to release tension in other ways.
Have you ever sort of lost it and had a full out uncontrollable evil-scientist laugh attack in public?
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A year ago today was the day I started to want to feel better.
Mother of the Year
His sister really struggled with depression and suicidal ideation in her early teens. It was very inconvenient for his parents.
His mother made him check on his sister sometimes “to make sure she hadn’t killed herself” because she just “couldn’t stomach it” anymore.
I .. just... what?
He cut me off a year ago today.
Best thing he probably ever did for me.
When he kicked me out initially and I dragged my shamed, mortified, and heartbroken ass to my parents place, I spent days in bed with silent tears rolling down my face.
I don't remember going to work, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. It's a blur.
But something broke up the monotony of misery. My dad knocked on the door and handed me a care package that had been dropped off. It had fuzzy socks, chocolate, and two movies.
I was basically inconsolable at this point and still very much under his spell. But this brought me a bit out of my fog. It was a thoughtful gesture that really meant the world to me.
I repeat, friendship is a vastly underrated relationship.
Friendship is a vastly underrated relationship.
Just to crush my hopes and dreams, he told me that if I got a dog, it wouldn't snuggle with me.