me: pushing through the mission, fighting, shooting, collecting ammo, trying to fight for my life to help mexico
john, while he’s shooting at other people: hey! >:( stop that!!!! >:(
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grian purposefully mined towards the zombies, purposefully let scar set off tnt. he wanted to be red, feel it’s rush in the back of his head. he wanted to be red, use it as a justification of his thirst for blood.
he loved the feeling of a red name above his head, he loved the idea that he was the threat. he felt a little bad when he goaded scar into doing it, into killing them twice, but he was just so sick of green… not when he couldn’t kill in the name of someone else.
he wanted to live, wanted to win—but more than that—he wanted to kill.
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I’ve heard of artists hurting their wrists while drawing. That’s happened to me before too.
But hurting my pinky while drawing. That’s a new low.
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i love going on tumblr and doing my silly tumblr things while being a teenage girl
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Minority mental health will be the biggest thing for me. It’s the reason why I got into psychology, pursued my degree in counselling — because I was looking for the answers to my own healing.
It’s important because I had parents who didn’t understand that I was neurodivergent. Growing up in a household where talking back was seen as disrespect, my outbursts and overwhelming emotions were always regarded as acting out. Instead of having parents who could regulate their own emotions, I had a father yelling in a 7 year olds face, like she was the same age as him.
When there was yelling in the house, or whenever I was being ‘disciplined’ I would get so overwhelmed, that I would bash my head against the wall, begging for the yelling and noise to stop. But it never did, instead of seeing their child as someone needing support and help, care and nurturing.. they believed the child needed more discipline.
Bashing my head into walls became my defence mechanism whenever I got too overstimulated and needed the arguing to stop. I thought it was a normal response for a very long time, until I repeated that pattern in a relationship with a boy, who lacked patience and compassion just like my father.
I spent 6 years begging and fighting for love, for peace, for respect. When we broke up and I was finally alone with myself after over 12 years of trials and tribulations. I realized I had no coping mechanisms, my nervous system was fried, and my executive function was nonexistent.
That’s when I realized as a mental health practitioner, I can’t avoid my own. I was diagnosed with ADHD in 2020 at 29 years old. My meds changed my life (somewhat), at least I knew there was a reason.. that I wasn’t inherently flawed.
These past 2 years have felt like I’ve done nothing but lay in bed. And I’m still learning how to get up and show up for myself. Realizing I went through so much. Holy fuck. I need to show myself some love.
It breaks me that there were so many huge dreams that I know I was meant to create, but the lack of stable environment and supportive people in my life, left me feeling so depleted and drained.
I’ve been trying to do it all alone forever now, and I know so many others are in the same place. I am your people, this is a safe space. We will accomplish what our hearts desire. I promise you. We are healing, and even if it doesn’t matter at this moment.. you will remember that there was a purpose for all of this suffering too.
Fuck being resilient.. I’m here for the people that are still facing the shame of letting life ruin them.
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i have so many bruises on my legs and arm but i have no idea where they came from. this is weird
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🫵🤜🌏🕑👶
this is like some fucked up charades
uhh… I punch earth and it’s reincarnated as a baby??
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