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cemeteryknives · 2 years
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inadequeer · 2 years
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i think the best thing someone can do to be a better ally to disabled people is to just believe other people. believe people know their own abilities and limitations and understand your own.
just. fucking listen to people when they talk about how they are feeling, because most likely theyve been feeling this way for a long time before saying anything either. trust another person to know their body better than you. they know what they can do and then please don't question it.
laziness is a myth.
don't apply your standards for your ability level (even subconsciously) onto other people. be gentle and forgiving with others and most importantly yourself.
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belovedapollo · 8 months
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journals, more journals and more ✍🏼 reblog ok, don’t repost
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starmothpress · 4 months
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Art journal tag with important message
Get quiet
Trust your gut
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jilly-holtzmanns · 2 years
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Something major happened that derailed all my plans this year so I will be journaling consistently until further notice
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sleepy-shutin · 6 months
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i've been agonizing for a long time over whether or not i should tell my girlfriend that i have DID. we've been together for a small handful of months, but she doesn't seem particularly experienced with severe and complex mental illnesses. she thinks she's crazy for having anxiety for talking on the phone, meanwhile my main social outlet is going to work and i prefer it that way because i have a diminished desire/capacity for relationships with other people, and i can barely have my nephew give me a hug around my upper leg without jumping and wanting him off of me because he's touching me in a place that triggers me. i can hardly be touched in many places because of that.
half the time i don't feel attached to her at all, and the other half of the time i do, but i don't really remember it.
she's just not familiar with severe, complex and stigmatized illnesses, and if her roommates think she's a nut because she has obvious PTSD (she is aware of this) then they're going to think i'm even crazier. she's probably going to be accepting, but i don't know in what way she's going to be accepting about it.
the way she's said the word 'plural' a few times here and there has me suspecting that she may already know about this sort of thing, but due to that preconceived notion, i don't know how exactly she's going to react if/when i decide to tell her that i have DID. i don't want to be treated like 30+ separate people in one body, but if that's all she knows then that's all she knows, and i'll have to spend a lot of time un-doing that damage to tell her that not every plural/multiple/whatever preferred term person wants to be treated that way.
there's not necessarily anything wrong with wanting to be treated this way, i just don't want to be, and i'm sick of it being treated like the default way to treat plurals/multiples/systems/etc. i just don't want her to feel like she can only date one alter or thinks that getting into a relationship with a multiple means she has to suddenly be polyamorous or whatever when that is very far from how i view my multiplicity personally.
i just don't know how she's going to react.
i would say that's the biggest and only reason keeping me from telling her but frankly an even bigger reason is just plain shame. for being traumatized, for being mentally ill, for having been abused in unspeakable ways as a child.
i use that word, unspeakable, for very particular reasons. because i can't talk about it. it feels as if the shame or a manifestation of it is physically keeping me from talking about it. it makes me feel awful in ways i can barely even begin describing in words. it's just the kind of shame that only comes with having this experience.
she was sexually assaulted as a child, so i'm partially sure that she would feel a similar way, but knowing i'm not alone in an experience doesn't make it any easier, any less shameful, it doesn't make me feel any better about it. maybe it's related to my diminished desire for social interaction or relationships or whatever, but someone experiencing the same thing i have has never made me feel better, it doesn't show me how to deal with something.
i just, i don't know. i want to tell her but more than pretty much anything else, shame stops me.
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dhaaruni · 5 months
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Classic morbid journaling
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translaytonblr · 7 months
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seeing as im probably not ever gonna draw this what do we all think of desmond meeting flora and he experiences Horrors because she coincidentally looks super similar to his dead daughter. i drew thumbnails for a comic of this a whiiiiiiile ago but never finished it so. throwing this out there
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ghoul-haunted · 7 months
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plutarch, lucullus / a life in pieces, plutarch, crassus 12.1-16.8, james t chlup / roman republican theatre, gesine manuwald
alright. so--
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cemeteryknives · 11 months
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i wish i could just keep up. it's so hard to juggle my job and taking care of myself/my home and that never ending weekly to-do list
like i'm desperate for connection but i struggle so much with answering messages even though i really want to talk to these people! they're my friends, my family! but i just can't keep up
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casuallydrowning06 · 3 months
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"rocky horror is transpho-" shut up, I'm just a sweet transvestite from transsexual transylvania
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onetwothreesheep · 7 months
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29 Sep 2023 this prob looks funky idc
🧇it's been 9 (nine!!) years since i started studying japanese (w a teacher and like in an institution i mean) and therefore 9 years since i met my bf and some of my bff (we actually met-met and got to know each other later but i like to remember this day) (it sounds like it's still going but it lasted like 2 years. i had the opportunity to pick it up a couple of years ago but then i had to stop again and i've been studying on my own on and off but it's not the same at all lol i need a teacher)
ANyways we went to this place where we used to go after class almost every monday and wednesday for a year... like i'm p sure we funded its first renovation lol. i rly miss those times damn!!
🌕my phone sucks but the moon looked amazing tonightttt it's the autumn moon or sth i think??
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iexcistoutofspite · 7 months
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yeah, my best friend*
*mutual on tumbrl.com whom I've never interacted directly with.
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lisaugcanddigital · 7 months
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The Benefits of Journalling
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Initially, I was against accepting my anxiety as part of life, I felt that not only did it have any business whatsoever been there but its presence provided zero benefits to me.
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sleepy-shutin · 6 months
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one thing i keep thinking about the more i get out of my isolation and actually start doing things is the fact that i actually like want to have hobbies now. like for fun. before i didn't really do much other than draw, write, watch youtube videos, play video games and scroll through social media. i didn't really do much of anything. now that i have a job and i actually am living my life now, i want to actually have hobbies and it's probably related to wanting to better myself and like get better and move on from the horrible 9 years i spent my life, but like it's genuinely weird to me. i want to have hobbies. i don't always have the energy for them, but i want to do things now. amazing, how having control over your life and doing the things that make you happy and being able to get out of the house like makes you want to be alive and stuff.
like, you know how during covid people started doing things like baking and spending time with their families and all that jazz for like a couple of weeks or months, and then after that everyone started going crazy with isolation and fear and mental health problems? it was like that but stretched over 9 years where at first i wanted to do things, and then i got stuck for several years until towards the end when i was finally allowed to get a job. lol. and even almost 2 years in i still feel like i'm still 'settling' into it, but like i'm getting to the point where i actually want to do things with my life and i want to figure out how to put the things i want to do with my life into my life every once in a while.
and one thing about my insane trauma is that it has made me completely and utterly normal about serizawa katsuya from mob psycho, like jesus christ. there has not been a person normaler about this man than me. i know exactly how he feels about most things and nobody talks about how the isolation affects you and how you become after that many years out of contact with most people and not doing anything. this is the only character that i have ever seen in my entire existence on the internet that has this kind of experience that i also had. having a relatively normal life (don't ask me to define normal), then all of it implodes and suddenly things are different for many years and you don't leave the house or talk to people or do anything. ever. for a long, long time.
and then you come out of it and you're in the same town you grew up in but things are different now and you're a weirdo that nobody remembers because you didn't really leave the house for 9 years, but people at your job are nice to you and treat you mostly normal anyway which is nice.
i don't even know what's gotten into me tonight, i'm just like all over the place and i feel insane and i just feel like publicly journaling about it instead of not journaling about it privately. i haven't journaled about anything properly in months, but it's fine because i'm doing it now i guess.
anyways. tldr, forget reigen. serizawa is my babygirl. i do not have any trauma and i'm very fine and normal.
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