Folks Have Got To Understand That They Probably Aren't Messed Up By Some Secret Big Trauma That They

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.

ngl I thought the puzzle piece as an autistic symbol meant like. I am a vital puzzle piece to your society. humans would never have invented half the things they did without us. you're telling me it means I'm missing something?? buddy. listen. listen to me reeeeaal closely. no human has all the pieces to humanity. no one. no one has all the features enables no one has all the strengths weaknesses or quirks. no one has a whole puzzle. we make the freaking complete picture together. that's the freaking point.

One more add here. Important one. Tell your loved ones that you love them. That they are enough already. They don't have to try harder to be loved. They may take a rest, time off, take care of themselves. You love them so much. Because, you see, noone told me. NO ONE. And I tried and I tried and I tried very hard and no love came. I could not do more. I was at my limit. Yes, we all have limits, surpirsing, ah? So I did what I saw as logical. I killed myself. Because I was as good as it gets and that obviously was not enough. Til this day I don't understand, why I'm alive, because I jumped before train, I really did it - but somehow train just pushed me aside. I spent two weeks in coma and then started to come back. And when I was more or less adequate, people showed up. "How could you do it, you hurt me su bad, I loved you so much, how could you do it to me?!" Shit. SHIT! So ... you could not say it before? You could not help me, when I was so down and spoke to everyone around me, how bad it is, how it hurts even to breathe? And now it's MY fault to try to escape, to hurt you oh, so bad? Fuck you, seriously. Almost 10 years are passed and I'm still pissed. Sorry, it's not your fault, you in tumblr. But say to people that you love them, that they do not have to be more, more, more, they are great already! They may not know otherwise.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

It is so because of dopamine. Dopamine fills my/your body, when facing Real Trouble. Minor inconvenience does not open up dopamine tap.

Beauty. I can create some. It hurts - but hell. I need to find some meaning in life. Not like those who enjoy living, who just live and maybe even fear death. If living feels good, you need no reason for it. But if it does not - well, then we need to create beauty.

disco elysium grabbing me by the shoulders: "listen, everything is going to end and it's inevitable so do something beautiful while you still have the time. look at the men playing petanque in the bomb crater, look at the guy composing poetry as he imagines being with his wife and kids. there's a woman making dice in the chimney of an old commercial area. those kids are making music inside of a church. paint a wall, sing karaoke, play board games. everything is going to end but in the meantime something beautiful is going to happen. and maybe even the giant bug is real in the end."