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#mentally and emotionally tired
thebroken--soul · 8 months
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I’m just so exhausted to have friendship disappointments and breakups…
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dumblr · 1 month
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themindofmine · 3 months
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I just have this overflowing feeling of hopelessness about my future
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betweenmee · 1 month
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It feels heavier than it seems
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cannibalgh0st · 6 months
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Has anyone else been extremely exhausted lately????
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princess-peaches671 · 6 months
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that feeling of forever being trapped as a failure no matter how hard you try, can’t even see the point anymore
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2024.04.08 // i stayed up too late on saturday night.
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alwaysneedyforsir · 18 days
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is a hug too much to ask for
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iheartsilverjewlery · 5 months
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So oldest daughter, this is me trying coded
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xysidhequeen · 6 months
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I was in a car for 14 hours because, if anyone is unaware, I recently became aware of the fact that the man who was my father in everything but blood passed away in 2020. I am NC with that side of the family, and for my own physical and emotional safety, I had to cut everyone off. I couldn't chance reaching out and leaving a trail for my abusersers to follow. Not when I already had to change my number three times and move four times just to ensure they couldn't find me.
That didn't mean I couldn't visit his grave, though, and I did. It was. Hard. Seeing his grave made it real. Up until that point, I could tell myself it was a trick or it was the wrong man, until I saw that grave.
But, I spent 14 hours in a car, had to see the grave of someone I loved. Perhaps the only family member on that side I still loved at all. And now I'm once more stuck in insomnia. It's been, 30hours no sleep because my body can't handle stress in any capacity and is now throwing a full blown tantrum.
There's not much of a point to this post. I'm not aiming to garner sympathy or pity. I just needed to talk about it even if no one sees it. I don't like to talk about my issues to people close to me, I don't like to complain. Sometimes, it's easier to let these things out when I'm hiding behind a fake name and a fake face.
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princessmacabre · 9 months
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day 56 days of productivity
been too busy and tired too update each day…
edited and uploaded two new videos
continued watching the mandatory viewings for my module (‚Angels in Ameica‘) which made my current depression even worse because the themes explored are so dark and gruesome
had some actual fun shooting new footage for my video(s)
had a tearful phone call with my maman
doing my daily French practice
and as if depression isn’t enough, I am so damn sleep deprived because of the sleeping terror my father is doing to me, I am constantly on the edge of crying and facing some major life decisions while also reflecting on my current behaviour towards the people that are important to me, my mistakes and all and I just wish I was able to call out for help when I need it but I dont want to be a burden to anyone somI am just being toxic af towards myself. Sounds great doesn’t it? And I have no f king idea what do to
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themindofmine · 3 months
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I’m afraid of no one ever noticing how unwell I am.
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yung-gxd · 13 days
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I rarely give myself credit where it’s due because I feel like I don’t deserve it. This is an exception. I truly wish that in my entire childhood and teenage years that I had an adult I could trust and talk to about being depressed and suicidal. I yearn after all the years I’ve lost to silence that I let myself go to. I wish I get what doctors send out to 14 years old now with options to speak to them independently. Imagine if I felt safe enough to speak to a GP about how I was feeling, how badly I wanted to die. Sometimes it’s hard to think about those expired possibilities because who knows how much better I would’ve felt now if I’d gotten help at that age? Maybe I would be happier, less lonely and yearning after death so clearly. I’m sad all the time crying inside my brain because tears don’t come to my eyes no more. I’m devoid of emotion if not only on the outside. Maybe my traumas could have been healed or at least become manageable not like now where I’m getting triggered and thrown into fugue states constantly, disassociating everytime i get overwhelmed. Life could’ve been so much different so why can’t I choose to die on my own terms.
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I gave up on my life
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princess-peaches671 · 6 months
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if they knew how fucked up the void within is, they wouldn’t even try to come near me
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r-wn · 2 months
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if the pain they caused you outweighs their love do you still owe them respect ?
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