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Little note that I talk about my worst self-worth, I think is an apt name, issues in depth so please don't read if you can't stomach that at this time. Take care of yourself.
I recently identified with more precise words why the holiday season affects me like it does.
Most of the things I've had to or wanted to unlearn, I've had a decent idea of where to start. My social anxieties were easy because growing up, before the pain of my situation really took hold in my mind I was already really sociable. So, Do It Scared worked, more than well enough. I've been able to slowly learn how to walk myself through and out of my own trauma responses, I think they are? and my bad headspaces. I've been able to reason myself out of the worst of my headspaces better and better lately.
But there's one pain, one trauma, that I haven't a single idea where to start with unlearning on my own.
Have you ever had something you "knew" down to your very core, that was so painful it felt like somewhere along the line someone had ripped a part of your very soul out?
"I am not worthy." "I am not wanted." "I will be abandoned and left behind eventually, that is a promise. That is the inevitable." "I cannot be loved, not truly."
These are laws, set-in-stone truths, so deep-set within the fabric of Myself, that I would believe it if I was told I couldn't unlearn these things. You, reading this, might think that I'm exaggerating.
I am not.
These are truths of the world to me; Even the most good-hearted kind and forgiving soul in the world would eventually become bored of me. I would eventually be worthy of abandoning.
Now I know none of this is, objectively, true.
For me however it is an inevitable unchangeable truth, and I am deserving of every bit of maltreatment I named.
I haven't the slightest idea where to start, on my own, with any of this.
The holiday season makes these issues so much louder. During the holidays I feel like a stray left out in the cold on a snowy street, passing by all the warm lit houses filled with family, and love. Community. I am on the outside, abandoned and unwanted. It's hard to deal with and I prefer to ignore christmas & december because of it. I prefer to be alone. Self-soothing. and then in the minor annoyance category, there's so many "BUY! BUY! BUY!" advertisements and general "People Are Happy Right Now! Tis The Season!" attitude that just, irritates me deeply. It's not the worst of it but it doesn't exactly help regardless.
I have dealt with all of these feelings as far back as I can remember. Even when I didn't have words for it, even when I understood it less I still felt it. It's nice that I DO have friends and community now, this is the first year of that, actually.
This time of year though my headspace becomes, unkind anyway. I wish I could logic and reason out of it but I can't. The holidays just hurt. Thanksgiving is atleast nothing to me- it doesn't hurt, it doesn't really feel at all. November is just an autumn month to me. I wish december could feel the same; my dad's birthday is on the ninth.
I knew my holiday depression this year would be worse than ever before- and I have been able to distract myself from some of it with our moving house, but it still hurts, a lot.
There's a void I cannot fill inside my soul. Where I should be able to believe that I, matter? Am worthy? Could ever be wanted, by anyone. A place where I should believe I could be someone's favorite person. But instead, that place is a void. I wish it were an empty void atleast, but no.
This void is filled with the sorrowful, accepting, understanding tears of an unloved child that forgives for the still-bleeding wounds she never should've had to bear.
Pained acceptance of any abandonment, for it was always to happen, it's not your fault, it's mine. I am unlovable afterall, you shouldn't have wasted your time on me, I never deserved it. You were always meant to give up on me, I forgive you, it's just how the cycle always ends, you're not to blame, for I was always unworthy.
There is a void in my soul, I'm not sure I can sew it back up.
How do you get back what you surely never even had?
At least I can be there for myself, I can tend to the void and love it, I am the only one that will never leave me, afterall.
^ that's what it's like. I have to speak poetically, it's the only thing that explains it properly. Nothing else is accurate.
If you read all that thanks for listening to me ramble, I guess lmao. I don't want you worrying about me too much. I've lived like this for over two decades, and may live the rest of my life with my little void. I don't mind if that's the case. I've learnt to manage my feelings & headspaces better recently. All I really want is for the holidays to be nothing but another month. The month of my dad's birthday & winter. Nothing more.
It's nothing new, which isn't a comforting thought- but at the very least, it's familiar.
Bittersweet, the familiarity of abuse's aftermath. But familiar is still both "safe" and manageable.
Again, if you read all of that 1. Sorry, I don't like the thought of upsetting others, or others worrying about me. 2. Thanks. It's nice to have somewhere to get my thoughts out.
I had to hide all of myself for ages. I don't have to do that anymore unless I want to. It's nice.
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also yesterday i found out that people don’t hve rough drafts becos it’s fun and cute but because it’s. a writing tool
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The absolute silence today is gut wrenching. Leaflets were dropped on the west bank telling palistinians to go to Jordan. Last time they told them to go south and they got bombed. Everything about Palestine has suddenly dropped off trending and we know that staff has been suppressing the tags #free palestine and #palestine. Now its has to be every single tag that was trending, because i just simply do not believe we stopped talking about it over night. I feel so hopeless about this shit but the only thing we can do rn is to not stop talking. We have to stop trying to bury our heads in the sand and keep posting as if it was normal because its not normal. Palestinians don't get a break from the horror, the least we can do for them is to make sure their suffering isn't silent.
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Can you pleeeeaaaaasssseeeee draw Inv / put them in the height chart? I’ve been looking at ur art and I like it a lot!!
Of course, dear askers! I'm sorry it took... 5 months to answer... And thank you, I'm very happy that you enjoy my art so much :'D
Inv is a very weird critter. They're small, but that very disproportional neck makes them a lot taller, and they smell of acid and mistakes.
They should not be here. They move in an unnatural way and often stare at something that isn't there.
They confuse the other slugcats, they look similar but everything else is... weird. Their patterns shift depending on who's close, and even the world seems to reject their presence.
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