Being alone and alienated is the predestination of every thinking mind, sensitive heart, and empathetic soul.
Sadia Hakim 🦋
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ieri sera ero al telefono e ad un certo punto, parlando con questa persona, mi è venuta in mente una cosa e ho capito di avere l'ennesimo trauma legato a qualcosa che mi ha fatto una persona, è una cosa molto pesante che mi basta che sappia quella persona ma, a parte ciò, mi sono resa conto che più apro gli occhi su certe cose e prendo consapevolezza di ciò e più mi chiedo cosa avessi fatto di male per meritarlo, sapere che ora mi sento con una persona che vuole tutto fuorché farmi del male(che sia fisico, psicologico o qualunque altro genere vi venga in mente) mi fa sentire sollevata in un certo senso, non mi sono mai sentita così leggera.
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You drove me away..
You hurt me, used me, lied about me to others...
So I walked away,
And as punishment, you still manage to find me,
And hurt me, for no reason, every so often...
I fear there is no escape from you...
-Riley (they/He) 🖤
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You didn’t break me. I came broken. And you deserve so much better than my pieces.
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Nervous system reacting to the cortisol building in my veins
Muscles start to crawl in places I didn't know were possible
Eyelids shivering, mouth vibrating. My pupils dialation increasing trying to see into a different universe inexplicable to the human mind.
A portal
An escape
A table of memories laying in front of me. Neatly organized ready to taunt me one by one.
An everlasting dream made of the red drips containing stress hormone that I'm biologically programed to overproduce.
Was it my genetics? Some sick crossover episode where I'll never be able to escape my father's ghost?
Was it my environment? Permanently marred by the sight of bruises, the screams awakening me in the middle of the night.
A touch of the police officer who told me to escape while I could. Hand resting on my shoulder so gently as though moments before I hadn't been slammed against a wall.
As though the years before when I was thrown, berated, neglected, ignored, dirty, meaningless, were never to have existed at all.
The cortisol, the adrenaline, it all comes back in a flash. A single breathe taken the wrong way puts my nervous system into overdrive, my body battered psychologically, having the memories of that night being re-enacted in a way that I cannot control.
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If you have to ever love, love things for what they are, not what you want them to be. It's in the love that changes people, that changes perceptions, that helps everything grow.
Sadia Hakim 🦋
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It's not as stimulating as cutting but not eating 24 hours feels like a win somehow.. does anyone has another method to set a strong stimulus?
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io con più traumi che anni di vita che cerco di sopravvivere mentre aspetto di chiamare a settembre una psicologa:🙂😐😭🙃🤞⛈🌞🌪✒📚
il mio cervello quando apro tumblr e vedo blog che seguo che rebloggano tipe prese a schiaffi:⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
io il ptsd mica l'avevo chiesto eh
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I want to block all the noise..
I want to cover my eyes and block the vision..
But no matter how hard I tried to block these senses..
The visuals, the noises they just don't go away from my mind..
Ever since that day.. They will never go away.
Leaha.I
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