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A comic to try and sort through some difficult feelings about being an artist and a reminder to not forget who you are.
Knowing is Safe CH.2
Chapter 2
Fandom: Redacted ASMR
Couple: Geordi/Cutie
1.9 k Words
90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)
Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)
Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.
For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety
TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.
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You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.
Beautiful!
Handsome!
Cool!
Confident!
The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.
I want that.
The love?
The kiss?
the body?
All of it.
You want to kiss someone.
Yes.
Anyone?
I think so…
You could experiment!
Experiment?
Kiss girls!
Kiss boys!
Kiss people who want to kiss you!
Do people want to kiss me?
There has to be.
I can kiss anyone, of any gender?
I can kiss anyone, of any gender!
I can be anyone, of any gender.?
I can be anyone, of any gender!
If it'll make us happy!
I want to kiss-
“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”
Shit!
Was she listening?
She's always listening.
I hate her.
I love her.
She protecting us.
She's spying on us.
You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.
“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”
“Why?
“BECAUSE!”
Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.
Thank you, dad.
“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”
PRESENT
“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."
No, we're not.
Yes, we are.
We have to be.
For Geordi.
It makes him happy.
So it has to make us happy.
Does it make him happy?
It has to.
“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”
He remembered?
Of course, he remembered it was his job.
But we don't want him to.
Then lead him away.
Say it was an accident.
Say it was a lie.
Tell him the truth.
DON'T!!
Tell him you forgot your meds!
“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”
He sighed.
Why did he sigh?
He looks disappointed.
I should read his mind.
NO!
Geordi hate’s that.
Hates you.
Just focus on the session.
Wait whys is he on his phone?
He's texting someone.
Does he know?
Is he going to tell someone?
Will I be fired?
I'm gonna be fired.
That doesn't make sense.
They don't trust me.
What if they see me as a threat?
What if they lock me away?
Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.
He'll miss me.
Not if they erase his memory.
They wouldn't.
They would.
If they did it'd be good.
Good?
Geordi would finally be free.
Of you.
Of your powers.
Of the magical world.
You hear that?
What?
You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.
“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”
Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.
“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”
“She didn't abuse me!”
Did she?
No.
But he's the expert.
He didn't live it.
He doesn't understand.
Maybe that's good.
What?
She was protecting us.
That's what you think.
Because she taught you that.
He's right.
NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!
Yes, she did.
Still does.
But what she did is still wrong.
“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”
You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage.
Car? car!? where’s my car!?!
It's over there.
Where?
I don't see it.
It was stolen.
It was broken into.
No, it's there.
I see it.
Hurry!
Wipe your tears.
Call Geordi.
No!
Wipe your tears.
Calm down!!
It's not that serious.
Wipe your tears.
You can't drive like this.
Slow your breathing.
Call Geordi.
Ask him to pick you up.
Phone, where?
Purse.
Dial his number.
No contacts are faster.
Wait!
What if the car is bugged!?
It’s not.
But it is!
All your gonna do is call Geordi.
But that's how he knows.
The therapist.
He's listening.
He's not a telepath.
Isn't he?
No, he's a stealth.
So he’s watching.
No!
He's not doing anything to you!
I can't drive.
Take a taxi.
No, I'll be kidnapped.
Train!
Ok.
Where's the train station?
Right.
Left!
I look lost.
You look like an easy target.
There! train station!
Did you lock the car?
Yes.
No!!
Someone will break in.
Steal your car.
I locked it.
No.
You should have driven home.
I can't.
I'm…
Crying.
Not trustworthy.
With?
My self.
So? You don't matter.
SHUT UP!
People are looking.
No their not.
Read their minds!!
No.
They want to hurt us!!
No.
You missed your stop!!
When!?!
Just now!!
No.
map! map! map!
I didn't, it’s the next one.
People hate you.
You should run away!
Just start taking random trains!!
No.
Why?
Because people care for me.
Do they?
Geordi-
He doesn't.
My coworkers-
Are just co-workers.
You don't even have friends.
It's our stop!!
Get off!!
Go left!!
Right!!
Are we lost!?!?
No!
I know this place.
Behind you!!!
What!?!?!
Were being followed!!!
Don't look!!!
Read their mind!!!
No!!
Keep walking home.
Grab your pepper spray!!!
I can't find it!!!!
Hurry they're getting closer!!!
There’s another one!!!!
In Front of you !!!!!
They're gonna attack you!!!!!
Hurry!!!!!
I got it!!!!!
Wait
Their friends.
Meeting each other.
Of course.
Stupid.
Stupid.
What a fucking selfish idiot.
Not everything is about you.
Nothing is ever about you.
Wipe your tears!
Look.
Geordi’s car.
He’s home!
Is he?
“Geordi?”
Nothing.
Silence!
He’s not here!!
But his car.
He was taken!!!
He's dead!!!!
You couldn't protect him.
You killed him.
You ruined his life.
No! He is alive!
He's alive.
You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.
Open the door.
Don't!
His dead body is behind that door.
Blood everywhere.
NO!!!
He's here!
He's alive!
I know it!
How?
I just do.
No, you don't.
You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.
Is there an intruder?!
No.
Yes!!!!!
How else would Geordi die?
Open the door!
Wipe your tears!
You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.
Where is he?!?!?!
He's hurt!!
He ran away.
He was taken!!!
He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak
Selfish idiot freak.
Selfish.
Idiot.
Freak.
Unlovable.
Alone.
Alone.
Don't wipe your tears.
You deserve this.
You are a monster.
Monster.
Disgusting.
You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.
“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”
Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.
He's going to kill you!!!!!!!
No, he wants to help.
Why?
You ruined him!
Ruined everything!
I love him!!
He loves me!!
He's safe.
He's my safe space.
He not gonna hurt us.
He is safe.
You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.
“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”
“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”
“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”
Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.
“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”
“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”
“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”
The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.
“Yes, yes, go ahead.”
You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.
Don't.
He'll hate you.
Don't!
He'll hate you!
Don't!!
He'll hate you!!
Don't!!!
He'll hate you!!!
Don't!!!!!
He'll hate you!!!!!
You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.
“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”
“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”
“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”
Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.
You did that.
You hurt him.
You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.
“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”
You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.
He's here.
He's holding us.
He's here.
Here.
Here.
Safe.
Home.
He's home.
He loves us.
Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.
As a person who struggles with this specific intrusive thought to the point of having panic attacks, I needed this.
here's a little reminder that no one can read your mind or see your "weird" or "bad" thoughts and daydreams! mind readers are not real, and your inner world is entirely private. your thoughts and daydreams are not embarrassing or bad, and they do not define your morality!
everyone who keeps saying shit like "sounds like something a mind reader would say" or "mind readers are real actually" i will eat you to death and enjoy every minute of it. not the time or place
Oof what a mood
@dead-immortal you good? I'm here if you need to talk
*feels like a waste of space for existing*
*makes post telling people they matter and that I like that they take up space*
My brain: Ah yes, this applies to every single person ever. Except me. I don't count. I'm basic af but the one truly unique things about me is that I deserve no love or comfort or care or positivity ever. Never ever. Everyone else? Totally chill. They could exist solely in my personal space and I would still thank them for existing. Me? *scoff* As if.
Intrusive Thoughts are unwanted thoughts or images that you find distressing and/or disturbing.
more information on what intrusive thoughts are!
what intrusive thoughts are: https://moodsmith.com/intrusive-thoughts/
how to cope with them: https://www.betterhelp.com/advice/how-to/how-to-stop-intrusive-thoughts-and-live-your-life/
Chapter 1.2 - Bad Dreams Are for the Birds
[POV: MIKO]
The Art History department has two other TAs, but as far as Miko’s concerned, they’re both bullshit.
They haven’t proven themselves incompetent yet, but it's only a matter of time before someone drops the ball, leaving Miko to pick it up. It’s how it always goes down, which is why, despite feeling like absolute crap, she’s organizing the art supply room by herself.
Next week, the undergrads will start working on pieces for their first critical review. A lot of them are talented, but they’re also inexperienced. And as silly as it seems, having their supplies clearly labeled with helpful hints will be a gift from the Watcher when some professor is picking apart their work and demanding they make quick changes.
You mean when some professor was picking apart your work because you’re incompetent.
It takes everything to ignore the nasty voice in her head and her burning need to pee. It’s just stress, anyway. She slept like shit—horrifying dreams kept her up half the night—and she still needed to get here early to finish up before the other TAs arrived.
Her nightmares made no sense. Miko is only 24; she shouldn’t be worried about running out of time. But the clock in her dreams filled her with terror, and she had the strangest sense that she never used to worry about time at all.
In fact, she used to wield it.
It’s the kind of bonkers thought she doesn’t allow herself to have anymore.
Usually, she was fine once she was on campus. It was where she could pretend she didn’t live in a tiny clapboard house in a Newcrest neighborhood the mayor swore would gentrify but hadn’t changed much since Miko was a kid.
Not that gentrification was good. By the time they cleaned up the drunks in the park and picked up the trash, the cost of housing would be too high, and Miko and her grandmother would have to find somewhere else to live.
And your mother? Did you forget about her, or are you just extra delusional today?
Miko doubles over at the thought. The worst part is that she knows it's her. She’s being mean to herself and has no idea how to stop it.
Maybe it’s not the negative voice, you idiot. Maybe you really do just have to pee.
Son of a bitch. That’s probably right. Ignoring the implications of arguing with herself, Miko hauls ass up two flights of stairs until she’s on the second floor of the Commons.
“Watcher, give me strength,” she prays when she shuts the stall door. The Ojos aren’t religious, but spending primary and secondary school under the watch of cranky nuns gave her the habit.
Her prayers must be getting misdirected, though. While she’s hovering over the toilet seat, fighting for her life, the other two Art History TAs walk into the bathroom and start gossiping.
“I just don’t understand why she would organize the closet when we already had a plan to work on it this morning,” Emmett says.
“Because she’s a bitch,” Hande laughs, “Seriously. You can’t take it personally. Some sims just don’t know how to act.”
“I mean, but what’s the point?” Emmett continues. “We’re all graduating. Maybe someone will write you a good recommendation for the Royal Arts Fellowship if you go above and beyond. But you can do that without screwing everyone else over.”
“Some sims are unhappy. Like it's a trait,” Hande assures him, “Just ignore her.”
Miko waits until she hears them leave before she limps out of the bathroom stall, bladder still burning and her cheeks joining in on the party. The old nuns were right: The Watcher was a merciless god, and Miko was clearly on her shit list.
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TW: intrusive thoughts. self-hate and -doubt. insecurity.
—- + -—
I’ve always seen countless F/O imagines with a repeated (and correct) theme of “Your F/O loves you.” Let’s make it known that I appreciate that, I really do, but…
What happens the moment the Voices in your head ask “Why?”
“You don’t even know my F/O! I doubt they’d love me. And even in the slim chance they did, I don’t see a reason why they’d love this half-human screw up—”
Stop.
Breathe.
I assure you that your F/O doesn’t care if this is the 9,999th time you come to them, they'll always be there because you make their life brighter just by being. Try to exist— right here, right now— for a minute or two and whittle those voices away to the best of your ability (and don’t worry if the best you can do is “nothing”). Your F/O can see how hard you’re trying, but they aren’t with you because they think you can move mountains; they yearn to share their life with you because you’re you. Dear reader, there is simply no other reason.
Your F/O won’t think twice about your trauma, whether it comes from a horror-like past or because you stared passive-aggressively at a dog the other day and feel guilty about it. They just know it affects you and they won’t hesitate to comfort (and spoil) you like there’s no tomorrow. Your F/O doesn’t care if you feel like you’re going through Hell everyday and “whine about it too much” or are “too clingy”, they’re your safe space. They’re perfectly content knowing that when you falter, they’ll be there to catch their beloved and give you a place to rest your head, if only for a minute.
Your F/O sees you in a way you can’t imagine. They accept every magnificent part of you that you call a flaw, thanking whatever celestial force they believe in that they have the pleasure of knowing you. Those Voices inside your head are lying, and just the idea of them being right is something your F/O could never fathom, but they’ll more than happily rush to prove to you how wrong the Voices are.
Your F/O has no wish to stop sweeping those incorrect thoughts away, so please let them. They full-heartedly know they’re doing important work.
TW: past abuse. abandonment issues. self-doubt. intrusive thoughts. self-hate statments that S/I believes but are not true. trust issues (kinda). 750+ words.
— - + - —
You had exposed yourself to your F/O. You showed them your raw, emotional, troubled self… but they were still here. Something in your mind doesn’t fit right, panic rising as it washes over the euphoria you had experienced alongside your beloved under their tender care.
Because they were there.
Why hadn’t your F/O left? Why had they stayed so long? So many had abandoned you by this point, why don’t they? Is there an endgame to this? You are a freak, a horror, a traumatized lump of human flesh… You’ll poison them… Why can’t they just see that and leave already? (Not to mention the other side of your raging mind: the one on its knees, the one that grovels and begs and dehumanizes itself into a living joke just to have another person give you a second of attention…)
Deep down, you know why the thoughts are there.
You are expecting abandonment.
Every moment your F/O welcomes you into their warm embrace oh-so cruelly, you know you’re falling further and further for them. But you can’t allow yourself to do that.
You are expecting abandonment.
So much so that you make a fool of yourself and show your most vulnerable sides to them and hope it wards your F/O off… because it’s easier to say that they left because of your actions than to wait a lifetime for them only to realize their absence is the only answer you’ll ever get.
You are expecting a—
“Love?”
You dry your tears against your shirt as discreetly as possible, red eyes darting to and fro— anywhere away from your F/O’s. “…Yeah?” You cringe at the cracks in your own voice, How dare you not be able to hide this better? How dare you burden them?
Your F/O leans closer just the tiniest bit. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine,” you say, lips pressed tight.
“C’mon, S/I, you’re underestimating me if you think I can’t notice when you’re upset.” They offer a reassuring smile, although it wavers as your guilty lack of response hangs in the still air. “… Just… I won’t force you, okay? But I know you aren’t feeling well, and that it’s not healthy to keep it all in like this.”
Your voice doesn’t disrupt the silence. A single syllable could break down the dam holding back your sobs, God, you’re a crybaby. You’re weak, pathetic.
“Hey, love, could you please look at me?”
Your line of sight wavers, yet it’s your F/O’s gentle hold and their warm gaze that attracts your own like a magnet’s fated pull.
“There you are,” they utter. “You never were, never are, and never will be a burden, S/I, I love you just as you are. This isn’t a punishment and I will never use it against you. I just want to make sure you’re alright… Like all of those times you did the same to me, ok?”
As calm and tender as they are, there are still signs of breakage in your F/O’s voice. They want to banish — perhaps even worse — whoever taught you those self-damaging beliefs in the first place, but your health comes first. When you’re tangled up in barbs of false promises and toxic love, all your F/O wishes to do is untangle you with a touch of silk and show you what warmth is like. They want to chase those swarms of bad thoughts away and kiss your forehead at night when they’re sure the only thing in your mind is soft dreams of carelessness when you finally let yourself feel safe in their arms.
Some time after their reassurances, your walls break— perhaps for the first time in front of them. Maybe it’s loud and messy whilst your F/O gathers you in their arms, or maybe your tears are silent until you succumb and press yourself against their chest.
And by the end?
“Can I ask you… something…?” You hesitate, doubt still plaguing that one place in your mind.
Your F/O places a kiss against your temple. “Always, love.”
“I mean…” Your gaze wanders off. “It’s a bit unnecessary, maybe even childish…”
“As long as it’s you? As long as you think it’s important and it matters to making you feel safe? It’ll never be unnecessary.”
“… Could you promise…?”
They nod and a small, wonderful smile graces their features. “You don’t ever have to worry about me leaving, S/I. I promise that I’ll always be here for you, that you’ll always be worth waiting for.”
TW: intrusive violent thoughts, explicit violence, self-loathing, thoughts of self-harm
Xiao has intrusive thoughts. They're always about it harming others, specially people it cares about. It might have thoughts about snapping Ganyu's neck, stabbing Zhongli in the back and more like that. It's very common for them to come before karmic pain, but it's not exclusive for this moments.
Whenever Xiao has this thoughts, they hurt and make it feel guilty and have even more self-loathing. Many times, it considered hurting itself as a kind of "punishment" for having these thoughts.
When Zhongli adopted Qiqi and it started interacting more with her, the thoughts began to come, with thing like tearing her body apart. That made its self-loathing get worsened and it told Ganyu about the thoughts, for it thought that this was a sign that it was a monster.
Then, Ganyu told it that she, too, has intrusive thoughts, specially about harming herself and how distressful they are to her. She tells Xiao that it's okay and that this doesn't make it a bad person. She tells Xiao that if it wants to, they can tell to Zhongli or someone else. It says that it wants to keep it between just the two of them for a while. She understads.
This made me cry. I struggled for such a long time with those last year and I felt like a horrible person, and now I've finally understood that only my actions can be good or bad and that my thoughts don't define me or who I truly am or what I truly want. Thank you for reminding me of this.
if you have violent intrusive thoughts I love you. if you have sexual intrusive thoughts I love you. if you have bigoted intrusive thoughts I love you. you are not your thoughts and you are worthy of love and care and help and affection. you are not a monster you’re a person going through it and that’s okay
Day vent, tw
So after I dragged myself out of bed, walked to my bus stop in the freezing cold, I could only withstand suffering for only 2 class periods. The day started out fine, I was fine then at the end of 2nd period it all just hit me all at once. I felt so sick I went to the nurse because I felt like I was going to throw up. I couldn't think straight. So I told the nurse I felt sick and left school. I was able to dismiss myself since my mom didn't answer my 3 phone calls.
I didn't know where to go. I couldn't go home because my mom would lecture me and know that I'm getting bad again. So I went to the library. And as I'm walking I hear the voice In the back of my head tell me that I'm so fucking stupid for leaving school like the failure I am. Then I realized why I had to leave. If I didn't leave I swear at that moment they were going to find my wrist slit in the girl bathroom. So I'm glad I left or I would have been dead by now or worse in the hospital for failing that as well. Not everyday is this bad but when It is I just don't have the strength to handle intrusive/suicidal thoughts.
My last breath will be a sigh of relief.
For this Disability Pride Month, I saw a post that was shittybad and it made me angry. So have this
Ahhh... here we see relief, ****ing Thank you
Teaching children thinking bad thoughts about someone is the same thing as murdering that person is fucked up.
Thought crime doesn’t exist. No one has ever been harmed or killed by someone thinking negative thoughts about them.
You know what has harmed people though? Teaching them they are evil for things they can’t control. Especially those who have intrusive thoughts.
Here’s for everyone who has been taught their thoughts make them evil.
Intrusive thoughts are not your secret desires.
They are involuntary.
You don’t need to be ashamed of them.
They will pass.
You are not committing taboo.
No one can read your mind.
No one will ever know what’s in your thoughts unless you feel like telling them.
No one can judge you for what you are thinking, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.
Your thoughts are private
You are not a bad person.
Meet my version of past/future Choo Choo Charles
Okay so, as you guys can see this is my version of choo choo charles and I have been thinking of Choo choo Charles and decided to to make him along with some Ocs that I'm gonna put in later on.
I have been thinking about this for awhile, soo... decided to make a ask or dare (as long it doesn't involve with anything sexual or pedophilia or something disgusting in general)
But anyways it's up to you guys if I should make an ask or dare, if you guys this comment 'yes' if want me to make it! And if you guys don't like it then comment 'no', I'm gonna keep track on the votes to see if it's gonna happen!
Have a great afternoon/day/night!! 👋
"Whether or not you believe in ghosts is irrelevant. When they come to take you, you'll understand."
I have horrible intrusive thoughts and they, y'know, really effect me, but recently I've started responding to them with something like "wow, yeah, that would be crazy" and it genuinely works so well?? Like, treating them like a child telling me a hypothetical they just thought up is genuinely doing wonders in making dealing with them easier.
another comic about intrusive thoughts
part 2 of 2
just a couple of babies dealing with violent intrusive thoughts