I woke up three days in a row with the chorus of "behind these hazel eyes" stuck in my head, looping as soon as my eyes opened. I have not listened to this song in years
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Soooo uhmmm... Hi?
First of all, I know there have been people trying to reach me over the past year and to all those I want to say: I'm really sorry for not responding when you reached out to me. It is not excusable in any way, but I want you to know that it wasn't out of malice or because I just didn't care enough. It is not an over-exaggeration when I say that all of you weighed on my mind and regularly showed up in my thoughts because you were such an important part of my life when I needed you most, which makes the way I handled everything even worse.
For the sake of transparency: I have been severely depressed since the beginning of last year, it's kind of hard to pin down exactly when it took a turn for the worse. I had phases where I thought it wasn't too bad, especially in the beginning but also throughout summer. In the fall, I went to study abroad for a couple months, which made everything even more stressful and hectic. Then the anxiety crept in and the thought of opening my Tumblr or Discord would almost send me into a panic attack because I knew I had let people down and I just couldn't handle it.
I stopped writing for the most part, which really really sucked because I thought I had gotten to a good place 2021, but alas, I just couldn't. I'm only now slowly picking up the metaphorical pen again, which I'm happy about. But I missed Tumblr, I missed my Fandoms, I missed my friends and Fandom-friends, and I just need to do something to get out of this shitty hole.
I want to start reblogging again, and commenting and messaging people that live all over the world, but I just couldn't do it without giving you a heads-up because that's the least I could do.
I know this is probably not enough to make amends and I don't expect it to be, but I want you to know, again, that my love goes out to all of you who have reached out, who have shared moments of their time with me, because I am grateful for that.
I can't promise that I won't just fall off the face of the earth again, because mental illnesses are kinda unpredictable--at least for me, still--but I will try to handle things differently from now on.
(I still haven't opened my Discord and it will probably still take a while until I do it, but I will do it at some point.)
I am very open about my mental illness and the way it has impacted my life and the people around me, so if anyone is interested or wants to share their own experiences or literally anything else, don't hesitate!
Thank you, and I'm sorry.
Love, Rain
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Self Soothing
I was forced to self soothe as a child
Because my mother couldn’t soothe me
There was no space for anyone next to her.
I had my first panic attack at five
I thought I was dying
But there was no one I could turn to.
As I aged the heart palpitations and the cage of my mind grew
In severity and in causes
But my reactions grew smaller
To the point where you wouldn’t even know it’s happening
Now I know
Any time I think about anything
I have a blind panic
I for the first time in fifteen years know why I panic
It’s my mother’s voice in my head
Ridiculing me for not being perfect
I panic in an effort to get it to stop
And I withdraw into myself
Because in me is the safest place I’ve found
And I’m saddened that a little girl ever had to learn that.
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Conventional ulcerative colitis trtmt that never gets me into remission vs one (1) mild round of internal coconut oil, who would win? Take a wild guess (in my case). Can the medical system PLEASE integrate its approach? Tired of being offered only steroids up the ass. Literally.
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