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I'm losing myself again. I'm just so numb and no one notices. I want someone to notice. But not in the "u wanna talk" kinda way, more like the "u want me to just hold u for a sec" kinda way. I try reaching out, but I can't bring myself to just tell someone that it's starting all over again. My behavior screams that I'm not okay, but no one seems to care enough to notice. I feel so unlovable at the moment. My life is good, why do I feel like this?
Most blogs I follow are about depression or other mental health issues and stuff and every time I read something like “I can’t do this anymore“ or “to tired of the tears“ I just want to tell them that someday it’s just going to be alright even tho I know that hearing something like this is so depressing when your not ready to heal or just to deep in this episode
So I won’t say that. I know that probably everyone who saw this and is in this Tumblr bubble scrolled forward a long time ago, searching for the next small trigger, but still I want you all to be safe even tho you can’t feel it right now. I want you to experience the same thing I did, that you one day realise that there was this one person who was always there for you, no matter what you did or that you never texted first. I want you all to hope, like I do, like there would be no other possibility than some day.
Overall. I can say. I feel like I could never be loved.
Like there is nothing about me worth loving. Maybe I have had my flaws pointed out too many times. Maybe I have been told how awful I am too many times. All these bad things filling the sky with grime. Where are my blue skies? Where did they go? Where they ever there at all? Could I ever be loved? I don't know. I don't know. But atleast I can try. Atleast I can try to love myself first.
I’ve completed Inktobers through the 13th and have them all scheduled and ready to post each day until then. I hope to make more and keep them coming, but at this point I can’t guarantee anything.
My mental health has taken a sharp nose dive. It’s the worst it has been for many years. I’m floundering just above the surface and every day is harder than the last. I’m barely mustering the strength to get out of bed, let alone to draw, or write, or do…anything.
But I appreciate the support y’all have shown me so far. I hope to be able to come back to this account soon, refreshed and ready to post again.
I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”