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"The reason I say the trauma matured me is because I was never taught what love was. I was never taught anything really."
Those words hit home. Countless times I left the house when I was younger only to feel like I didn’t fit in with the kids my age because I “seemed so much older.” Yes, people do think that’s a compliment when they say it, but never do they realize just how much pain goes along with that perceived “maturity.” Even at my current age, I still feel distant from my peer group and from people in general.
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penname-artist · 1 year
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To the people who say trauma makes you a better person: it does not. Trauma, believe it or not, trauma-tizes you. You decide to make yourself a better person after the fact.
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Sometimes... sometimes people end up with some harsh triggers regarding this stuff. Primus knows I do. It's okay.
It's okay to have triggers with certain situations, certain feelings and stuff. Your body your choice applies here too. It's your body, your bits. You reserve the agency to say no, to have boundaries, to need a minute.
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mxxnlightsblog · 6 months
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It's crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love.
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cupcakeshakesnake · 9 months
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It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy
[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."
The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."
Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."
A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."
We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]
(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)
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lostmf · 5 months
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sameboot · 7 months
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Simon petrikov coping FAIL compilation
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FNAF movie Mike learns more about Michael’s childhood..
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hamoodmood · 4 months
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In another universe I was happy
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vomesticdiolence · 1 year
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Don’t know what this is BUT PLEASE have a short read. It’s brief.
My therapist told me to record shit, I started doing it. I did it in the most random way, I don’t think I’m achieving what she set out for me…I know It’s doing something for me but what? I’m unsure.
Life has always been hard for me. My early childhood memories are fuel for my anxiety, depression and PTSD. I got older and found myself confusing impulse with love or healthy emotion and man did I fuck up, cheated on a girl that said she had chosen me for life, hurt her beyond anything. Learnt a valuable lesson and haven’t cheated since but the partners I’ve chosen are all broken people to, so much untreated traumas and trauma responses, man some horrible things happened during these relationships but none of us meant it, I think one girl towards the end started to hurt me on purpose (which sent me into turmoil) and all I wanted to do was cuddle her, talk with her, hold her hand during the difficulties of life and now we’re strangers…we were strongly connected for some time. I recently started seeing someone in January until now and….I’ll finish this later.
People with trauma need love, care and direction. Not just solutions, I offered a lot of solutions, I didn’t mean to though, I know I cared and loved but I put what I thought was best first rather then sit, listen and give the safest place I could. I always did my best to provide a safe space but the lines blurred at times.
Good night people of tumblr. Please spare a thought for me today/tonight. If any energy reaches me I’ll be forever grateful.
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shadilady · 5 months
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luthienne · 1 year
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anyway literally everyone is going through something all the time!!! everyone is wounded!!! everyone is human & no one makes it out of this life unscathed!! maybe try approaching people in good faith instead of always defaulting to the worst possible interpretations of each other
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shortkingvi · 5 months
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we seal mike flanagan away for a year and then every october he re-emerges like a progressively more insane little show business gremlin to put a curse on my bloodline
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leeb-leefuh-lurve · 9 months
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Idk I don’t think I have existed yet this year
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ministarfruit · 2 months
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day 12: karma ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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