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cheeseychainsaws · 5 months

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Depending on the topic the people that go like "ermmm you know Google is free right?" Can get pretty annoying. Why is it a bad thing to want to learn things from someone you know personally? I feel like it's more meaningful. Why are we so quick to tell people to do things on their own like that? Sort of like how "don't vent to your friends they aren't your therapists" why is wanting human connection bad? I love learning things I didn't know about from my friends. I love being comfortable enough to open to them about my mental health and vice versa. Actual human connection is one of the best beautiful things in the world to me.

#mental health rant

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taylorswiftcoded99 · 4 days

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Am I ever really ok or am I just distracted ?

#mental health ramble #actually mentally ill #mental health rant #mentally fucked #mentally exhausted #mental illness #mental health #alone with my thoughts #distraction #distract me #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #depressing life #sorry for being depressing #depressing shit

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chronicsymptomsyndrome · 3 months

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actually my body is a rock tumbler and my bones and organs and my brain and mind and spirit they’re all just rocks but the gritty goo stuff is missing so nothings actually getting polished everythings just tumblin around in there eternally and whatever combination of things is wrong with me…that’s what it all feels like sometimes

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tama1313 · 1 year

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Sweet reminder to not call mentally ill people "annoying/boring" when they rant about their conditions!

As someone that her entire life was affected badly by her mental state, I can assure you that (without proper care/talk) we can absolutely do nothing about.

The only reaction you will obtain is making us feeling guilty and closing inside even more, with the only final result to make everything worse!

Please and thank you, from a very tired MADD and GAD person

#tama's rant #rant #mental illness #mental issues #maladaptive daydreaming #anxiety disorder #madd #gad #mental health rant

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bubble3-tea-3bear · 11 months

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Something I’ve learned while committing to Wonyoungism is that on this self care journey, you can’t change people. Stop trying to make people fit your standards so that you’re happy. If you are peanut butter and they are pickle juice, you shouldn’t find reasons to turn that person into jelly. You need to accept yourself as you are and realize the only person you can control is yourself. And another thing, misery doesn’t build character. It just doesn’t. Challenges do, please remember that.

Remember to stay magical and that you can’t change people. You are you and they are them. With that I’m signing out my wonderful amethyst babies 💗🫶. Goodbye 👋.

#dollette #pink pilates princess #pink aesthetic #wonyoung #wonyoung motivation #wonyoungism #jang wonyoung #coquette #pink parisian #pink princess #pretty in pink #pink positivity #mental health rant #aapiheritagemonth #ive starship #pink obsessed

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cheeseychainsaws · 5 months

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I probably shouldn't but I actually do worry about being liked enough!! I worry about being pretty enough!!! I worry if I'm not smart enough! I worry about how people see me at times, what they truly think about me, my personality. Everything! I wanna be liked by everyone It's overwhelming! But at the same time I don't want to be perceived either.

#mental health rant #like please tell me in detail how you feel about me #but also i don't exist it feels comfy

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taylorswiftcoded99 · 19 hours

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When all you want to do is cry and breakdown begging for help but you remember youre an adult now and now no one is coming to save you.

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theoculus124 · 6 months

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Sorry for not being active guys my mental health is really bad rn and Idk how to make it any better

#idk what to tag this as #idk what to do #bad mental health #bad mental day #rants n rambles #mental health rant #metal illness #random #adhd #autism #neurodivergencies

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viviswtings · 5 months

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Isn’t it funny how your brain will refuse to fall for anyone because ever since you were a kid you’ve had to ask to be loved?

Ever since I was little I remember begging my parents for love. My mother and I had a strained relationship ever since she divorced my dad, she didn’t like me much, and even as a young child I could tell. While my father was mostly absent due to very limited visit hours.

I used to get good grades, I was book smart and I tried so hard to get into the stuff my mom liked. I tried to be a grown up, because she wasn’t. I remember getting into her bed at night and trying to tell her about my day. She was always too tired, too done with everything for me.

Then the fights came. A child can only ask for love for so long until adolescence hits like a truck and the kid realises something is very wrong in the way her mother ignores her. After the fights comes the violence. She hit. She threw stuff at me. Two toy baby carriers. I hid under the desk, she’s never apologised.

So I called my dad. I was under the belief that my father would come like a knight in shining armour and save me from my abusing mother. He always said he couldn’t. The law, apparently. At eleven years old I only remember being deeply distraught. Why couldn’t my dad come for me? I was very sure he did love me.

Until my mom kicked me out at fourteen. I tried to end things. He was there for me, for a while. After that his girlfriend became more important, he had to “go on with his life” because “one day I would grow up and leave him”. He couldn’t possibly stop living for his daughters.

Then I had my first big crush. I was fifteen, she was fourteen. We met and kept in contact because I called her every day. For many months I called a girl that would laugh and hang up on me. So I called again. I tried to befriend her while every once in a while I sent her a text that said “Please, love me” and she answered with “I can’t” or “I don’t”.

For a while she lived away and promised we would date. I kept it a secret. I was ecstatic. I was sixteen. When she came back she acted like it never happened. Like months of my very real life had been an illusion. That night I was heartbroken. Told a boy I thought I could grow to like I didn’t want to date him. “I like your best friend”, I proclaimed. Like it meant something. “She doesn’t like you” he reminded me. Like I forgot. Like I could.

I accepted it. Just like I accepted my mom and tried to grow closer to her, just for her to sink back down and push me away. Just like I adored my father, who to this day is still distant, though he has tried to change. Just like everything else, I bowed my head, took the love I was given. Even if it meant friendship. She’s now my best friend, I don’t resent her. I don’t love her anymore. It’s been many years since then.

Right after I lost my best friend. Actually, I lost all my friends. Something about cheating. At this time I was barely attending school. The few times I attended I got bullied by the same people I trusted. I trusted them because my best friend had. I loved her. I still do. I can’t forgive her, though. She witnessed everything. I got separated from the rest of the class by my teacher because they had gone as far as trying to influence my grades. We were seventeen.

That summer I begged her for forgiveness. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. “I love you” I told her. “Please I don’t have anyone else” I begged. “You are suffocating me” was her answer. They bullied me until we graduated a year later. I asked everyone for forgiveness, I ridiculed myself for their love. I also tried to end everything, again. I didn’t have the guts.

Then came a boy, many years later, when I thought I had healed. I was twenty. I never had a significant other. I didn’t even dare to talk to the couple of boys I had come to like in those years. This one called me pretty, agreed to meet me. I made a fool of myself. I confessed. “Thank you” was his answer.

I realised, yet again, I had gone after someone who didn’t want me.

It’s been really long since that guy. I actually confessed way later. After trying to make conversation many times, after trying to win a favour I never had. It was like saying “Oh, please. Like me. Just this once. I need someone to feel something for me, just this one time”. It didn’t work. Poor man, he was always so polite.

So now I am closer to twenty-three. I like bands and actors because my body seems physically unable to find anyone around me remotely attractive or interesting. All my friends have stable partners and I just smile and wish them all the happiness I feel like God has refused me. I’ve planned my life disregarding the idea of a typical family. I work hard to succeed because I’ve ever only known fulfilment through my work.

I don’t hate my life. I truly don’t. I have few friends but I trust them. I love my studies and I’ve managed to make a little money through my art. I’ve learned to be grateful for what I do have. But it’s in human nature to seek connection. I’ve learned to believe that I could only ever be truly happy if I turned off that part of my brain. In a way I have seemed to succeed.

Yet if I am one thing in this life is lonely. I don’t believe working on myself before being with anyone will fix it, because I have worked more on myself than anyone I know. I will keep doing it, because the little girl who got told off by her mother and left hanging by her father deserves that much.

But I guess all I wanted was to put it out there. I’m not even sure I have worded things this way to my therapist. Yet this is the truth. It is my truth, if not anyone else’s. And if you have come this far and relate: you’re worth more than what those people did to you.

#rant #love #mental health rant #dear diary #or whatever

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peligrosapop · 7 months

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I can’t sleep and have a headache, I’m in pain and sober ( weed would help 2/3 at the least)for some stupid reason. So, I’ll rant.

I went skating (as in skateboard) yesterday

did my first ever 50-50 trick (skate trick) at 40

but also pulled a muscle in my upper thigh and I’m limping a bit and it hurts. (Hi, It’s me, Pedri without free accessible healthcare)

A girl flirted/hit on me and I can’t thinking about it bc, maybe I liked the attention? and she’s cute? I get plenty of attention at home though, dunno wtf is going on.

I forgot to call my mom on her bday but I called her today and we talked like an hour and it was nice. I like my mom a lot. I don’t want her to die, ever. My dad’s death anniversary was last week and I just realized yesterday. None of us surviving family members said anything either, guess we rather forget.

The call with mom also made me realize I barely call anyone anymore, ever. Last time my older sister called I didn’t pick up and have ghosted her since. I told my mom I’m being anti social atm. I need to call my pregnant younger sister. I guess I’m the asshole.

I text with a lot of people that I don’t know IRL and have neglected a lot of my IRL friends. I even have neglected online friends I like a lot. I still chat people a bit too much, I’m afraid.

I think my current obsession with Barça on tumblr and tumblr in general helps me focus on something else but myself when I’m stuck creatively or emotionally.

I need to finish writing 4 songs that I started and are almost done. One about staring at your crush, one about dreaming of people that have passed away, one about Messi (in the most non-obvious way) and one about leaving everything behind to move somewhere else to remake your life. It is annoying to feel like I can’t when I’m perfectly able to. They are 80-90% done.

Right now I’m in between jobs doing some gigs and the break in routine and extra time to do fun stuff things has been , instead of being liberating, weird.

My fav girl friend has been really busy lately and I fucking hate it. I feel needy. And I hate it.

My boyfriend is amazing, thank god he’s there. My bff. I am a mess rn. He was trolling me a week ago saying “I read this list of symptoms of depressed people and you checked out most of them” and I laughed at him and he was like 😅. I’m not depressed. It’s okay. I have depressive tendencies from anxiety but that’s it. I’m a hedonist most of the time, anyway. 🤣 Very few fucks given but active existencial dread.

My health/body has been changing since I hit 40 and it’s pissing me off. Also I kinda stop caring care of myself for a second but getting back on track. Also need to start saving money for all the “hey you hit 40 so you may have this” health test, like cancer screenings and shit. But hey, better old than dead.

and….I need a hug. And to write poems but they won’t come out. I don’t need anyone to do anything. I just need to get it out of my system.

I wish you were here and not so far away, you know this. I punched my pillow today like I told you I wanted to. I wish it was easier.

We had a friend as a house guest for a week and he just left today without telling us, even though he was supposed to be here 2 more weeks and now he said he is with a dude we don’t talk to anymore. lol wtf is wrong with people?! can’t they be normal?!!!! You can say you wanna go see a friend, why just disappear and tell us a one like text when we asked where the fuck you are. He may come back? I dunno ahahahah. Maybe its our bad for having a bunch of moody musicians as friends.

Also, like my bf jokes all the time….when I die, be happy for me because I won’t have to pay any more bills.

Maybe this was too real but IDGAF. The end.

#mental health rant #buenas noches

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etherealsign282 · 8 months

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I hate how some of our lives revolve around the louder of the mental health community. The ones who demand for people's emotional labor all the time or use those cute lil psychology buzzwords to trap other people with mental illnesses with guilt trips.

It's always "put your time aside when someone trauma dumps. When someone vents. When someone is angry and triggered by something unrelated. Keep an eye out for friends who do this or that. Always be available for anything. Be ready to talk to them about anything, even if it's triggering." Before y'all deny, yes it happens.

Y'all just... make DEMANDS to random people you don't know, to extend a listening ear before you even consider the *quiet* illnesses/symptoms that other people might be going through. Grief, paranoia, anxiousness, distrust, trauma, etc. Things that make it hard to be an effective communicator and listener in the moment. I hear y'all constantly say to listen and lend a hand but you never check with them to see if they're in a good mental space to take more grief or pain from problems that aren't even theirs.

And then y'all take a step further and guilt trip people! "If you don't talk to them, you'll regret it! They'll die and it'll be your fault! You're an awful friend and not a good mental health advocate!" As if that's not just a bunch of fear mongering tactics to guilt trip someone into becoming exhausted and deal with compassion fatigue because they'd rather suffer than let their friends suffer. That's enabling people pleasing behavior and it's very toxic and not at all mental health advocacy. Not to mention possibly *triggering* to trauma or paranoia.

You're not doing people any favors and that's why y'all constantly shout it in the first place. You feel resentful because no matter how much you try to force conversation so you can vent their ear off, you don't feel quite heard enough. You think guilt tripping will make it better but it WON'T. They're gonna get more and more tired and you're gonna get louder and louder and nobody will feel heard or respected because you don't see them as a separate person with their own separate things. Some of you don't even bother asking if something is wrong with them before jumping the gun to offense.

And the worst part is some of y'all think that type of shit is FAIR. "they need to stick up for themselves". Or "it's not my job to care about them". Or "they aren't the expressive type so the least they can do is listen." Some of y'all LIKE the doormats of the mental health community. Because instead of seeking professional help, looking up healthy coping mechanisms, or at least seeking consent, you'd rather exploit a bunch of yes-men so you feel temporary relief, and then you get to blame them when everyone is too tired to keep it up, because y'all got too comfortable in the roles of giver and taker. And act like it's their fault that they're not mentally healthy and being irresponsible, when you guilt tripped them into not caring about themselves by saying their friends would die if they didn't!

Y'all wanna sit in your toxic traits and negative symptoms and push all of it onto other people and they're just supposed to have the "good" symptoms while dealing with it. Y'all HATE when we finally tell you our boundaries because you think it's disrespectful. Because y'all have the expectation that there are those who are supposed to baby and give and they're not mentally ill enough to need help (and if they are, it's "a lot easier to control"), and those who are like feral beasts and can do whatever because "they're impossible to get under control" so the only thing to do is appease them and understand them! Obviously there's no way someone can be held responsible for something if they already came into this world, foaming and ravenous. /sarcasm

Listen, the reality is it's impossible for people pleasers to learn healthiness if people constantly guilt trip them and make them feel like boundaries and self control towards their empathy is *wrong*, just as impossible it is for you to learn self control if you manipulate people to cater to you and never want to hear the words "no" or "not now".

#emotional abuse #mental health #mental illness #actually mentally ill #mental health community #mental health stigma #toxic #people pleaser #reciprocated energy #energy vampires #rant #mental health rant

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