Yknow, its completely up to you if you want to answer this or not. But.
I always believed people with similar troubles understand each other to an extend others cant do. Your art, the way you draw, I don't know, it tells a story that is too familiar to me, too close to home. Not that it got any better for me, Im trying to clean up still an addict some might say. But thank you. I also really hope you're okay. 🫶
i think there is a kind of solidarity in being able to recognise in other ppls art similar experiences. i hope it does get better for you - even if you look at yourself now and compare it to where you were last year, any improvement is improvement. i am reluctantly accepting myself that healing takes a long, long time. i'm as okay as i can be right now, i'm learning to use healthy coping mechanisms like art and writing as an outlet, but it's always going to be a journey and i'm always going to have bad days. i'm learning too that there's no one right way that recovery looks like.
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learned another lesson of don't judge a book by its cover today
so i signed up for this one thing that's like, social work, in a way, not gonna get into specifics, but that first meeting was today to get it all cleared up n stuff. and there were professional social workers there explaining everything who're gonna be going along with us bla bla bla, and with one of them i was a little wary bc, white old man, you know, though he was really nice with older people it's always a bit tricky to figure out if i can tell them i'm genderqueer?
anyways, i didn't get myself to say my whole "not a girl so he/she/it idc" stuff when we introduced ourselves but i did write my name tag as "biscuit (he/she/it)"
and then later during a break, this guy (?) asks me if, personal question but if he may ask, if my parents are or were punks too. so we get talking about that, apparently he hangs out with various punks (i could def hear that in his speech once i knew tbh) and stuff, and then he notices my name tag.
and then. And Then. he and the other social worker who was sitting nearby like, asked a bit about my gender, listened to my rambled explanation of how i just don't feel like a girl anymore, and they both understand that essentially i'm just me, and the man is like "so your gender is just human" which, yeah :D
and then he goes on that if he could, he'd have his id just say "human" as gender bc really that's nobody's business but his own. and then makes a joke abt how having a rainbow flag outside his house in a small village with conservative farmers is An experience, like when someone asks if he's "gay now" and he just responds "haven't i always been?" and they stare at him in shock
and i, for one, could not he happier. now, mind, i have no idea if he's queer or an alley or just plain cool as fuck, but i know i feel very safe there (the entire group was super chill actually) and his stories are like. fucking superb
also he went to my school so that really just proves how superior it is
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stayed up til 3 when I have an 8am again. I do this because I hate myself so sos sososososososososo much. It's really funny because I don;t fall asleep in class thanks to my meds but I've noticed every time I go to class after 4 hrs sleep people act weird around me which is how I know im acting really weird. And I am so extremely angry at myself. I spent 4 hours. well 8 hours. Well all day. Pretending I'm going to do homework and distracting myself with various other things on my laptop or crying on the phone to my parents. Got zerooooo work done at all i stayed up most of the nihght for literally no gain whatsoever this is pure self harm. Which I do becauase again I hate myself. Because I didn't do my work. Which i won't do tomorrow either because i'll be so tired I wont be able to string a sentence together even though I'm supposed to give a presentation haha. My favorite activity is staring at the clock on my laptop getting later and later and later. new high score etc. Who's a hypersomniac now. Imagine how much easier this semester would have been if I'd gone to bed before 2am ever. I'm so fucking angry at myself I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep now even. If I fail my classes again my parents are gonna make me live at home forever and say im too crazy to live on my own. I know I was supposed to get a therapist but I hate them all so, so, so much. I think people get that job bc they feel powerful telling some pathetic person what to do knowing I literally cannot do it and will come back week after week admittingn failure and paying
I know I was supposed to take the new experimental FDA approved drug for IH but the list of side effects is fucking terrifying and I live and sleep alone so i really don't want to take a super powerful sedative that can make you stop breathing. So I'm gonna keep taking stimualnts and lying to myself that today is the last day I stay up extremely late for no reason.
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im not gonna lie gang, im deliberately putting off doing sexuality and shipping headcanons. Ya'll're sweet and all so I'm not like "ohh, they're gonna get mad at mee" but like. anytime shipping and sexuality headcanons come up in any fandom I've been in, it always manages to attract just the most mean comments I've ever seen and frankly. im not about it
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I saw someone say Philza broke the rules of tumblr and I laughed because tumblr doesn't have rules! I have been here longer than my current blog as my older one got lost to the ages and I only ever see people regard the rules like the pirate code from pirates of the caribbean, I do hope that the person is able to get back thier main blog though cause that's not fun to lose
Tumblrs only rule is to always reblog the creator (daddy) 🥴 hope that helps!
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I think one of the biggest things I want to break the cycle of if I'm ever able to have kids is religion tbh. like growing up my parents didn't really give me a choice of which religion I wanted to be a part of, if any, and when I expressed interest in studying religions from other cultures as a hobby they got freaked out and made me promise I'd "be careful not to fall away from the True Real Church" or whatever and like. idk I feel like a kid should be allowed to choose for themselves !? because religion is a big personal thing and so I think the reason it never clicked with me was because it was always something I was forced to do and believe. and idk if I ever have a kid I would want them to be able to explore the world around them and decide what they believe on their own, and have my support no matter what they choose
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