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confusionperfected · 2 days
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I’m just not happy
But what does that even mean?
Don’t want to be here
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confusionperfected · 4 days
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“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much but never have anything to say.”
— Kaitlin Foster
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confusionperfected · 22 days
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“My sensitivity is my strength” I scream to the heavens as I cry and wish to be anybody else.
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confusionperfected · 23 days
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The chain starts to break
Holding me down, stuck to you
I will free myself
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confusionperfected · 2 months
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To be human is
Pain, beauty, loss, growth; repeat
Help me understand
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confusionperfected · 2 months
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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
— George R. R. Martin
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confusionperfected · 2 months
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Who I am is not
The worst person to exist
I’m doing my best
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confusionperfected · 2 months
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It’s so hard facing the impact childhood has on us as adults. It’s the start of our lives and forms us into who we are inside. The traumas, lack of things needed, disfunction, it grows inside and it doesn’t leave. Then as an adult you’re forced to work through it all, push through, relearn, reparent, reteach. Things I should’ve had done for me, I must now do myself. The only one who can save me is myself. My mom can’t try again, I can’t be reborn or change my life experiences. I can’t change my dna or the person I was born to be. The sensitivity and emotional nature of who I am is not going away. But dammit I hope I’m strong enough to dive deep enough to dredge it all up, to finally learn to give myself the things, and teach myself the lessons, that I lacked. I’ve done so much work and so much still remains. That fact is overwhelming and scary, and brings me to tears. These parts of me that I need to change or get rid of are so deep seeded, so engrained into my thought processes and behaviors. I want to do the work, and I will. But I so wish I didn’t have to. I’m tired of the effort, I’m just so tired. I won’t give up though.
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confusionperfected · 2 months
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I just want to stop being a sad, angry person. I’m not good enough for myself and nothing is good enough for me. Fuck.
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confusionperfected · 4 months
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Sometimes I want to do nothing without feeling overwhelming guilt. I want to not do every single thing I planned without the mental back and fourth. I want to come home from work and actually relax. I want to learn to relax without it causing stress. The perfectionist in me and the wounded child cannot rest - even when she does it all, it’s not enough. I should be taking advantage of getting home early but accomplishing more tasks - not sitting on my bed doing nothing. I’ll tell my friends and loved ones to take care of themselves, rest, give themselves whatever TLC they need. But when it comes to myself, it’s a waste of time, I’m lazy, I’m not taking advantage of extra time. The peace I try to give others, I cannot give myself. Nothing is ever enough for me. I’m not enough for myself and I want to do better. Everything I do feels so minimal and easy yet I struggle to get through the days. It’s a mishmash of conflicting thoughts and disappointed feelings. Everyone deserves some time to rest. Why does it feel so wrong?
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confusionperfected · 4 months
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Winter sunsets on the Maine Coast..
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confusionperfected · 7 months
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Trauma lives inside
Deep in your bones; it makes home
You’re not welcome here
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confusionperfected · 7 months
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Here we go again
Anniversary Effect
I feel it coming
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confusionperfected · 8 months
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It’s probably not normal
The level of exhaustion I feel
To just sit here
On my phone
Not moving, not working
It feels like the first time of the day I’ve stopped
My mind hasn’t, but it’s a start
Now even the most simple task seems daunting
My energy is spent
My brain has entered low battery mode
And I can’t find the charger
The five or six interrupted hours tonight
They’re really only enough to get me through till noon tomorrow
A constant cycle that can’t be reset
I’m running on an endless treadmill
Guess it makes sense why the exhaustion has made it’s home
Maybe tonight I’ll get to bed early
The countdown begins now
Though it’ll run out before I’m ready
A nightly occurrence
Maybe time is an illusion
But it controls my every move
I’ll make it to tomorrow
Awaking before my eyes have even closed
Wondering why my dreamland is full of fear
When not even sleep is a sanctuary
Where do I find peace?
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confusionperfected · 8 months
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My heart weighs heavy
Sometimes it’s too much, too strong
The internal war
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confusionperfected · 9 months
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"ما فاتك لم يُخلق لك وما خُلِق لك لن يفوتك، فاطمأن."
What you missed was not created for you and what was created for you will not be missed, so be assured.
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confusionperfected · 9 months
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Unfortunately, you’re stuck with yourself. You’re not going anywhere. Your brain won’t become less complicated and your trauma won’t go away. Your learned responses may change and your coping skills will improve. But sometimes, you won’t be able to deny feeling like a tiny scared little girl. You won’t be able to pretend interacting with humans or forming close bonds is hard. But the thing is, you’re you. Might as well get to know yourself and your brain and learn to love the many layers and facets that make you the individual you are. All of your sides deserve love and especially self love.
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