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#you can do hard things
the-book-ferret · 10 months
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Hey! Whatever it is you have to tackle today? I know it’s hard, but you’ve got this. You can do hard things! 
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preathuswnt · 3 months
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go watch the new glennon and abby podcast episode with tobin and christen!
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months
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Am I asexual or just traumatized--that is the question
*sigh* Ahhh anon…
My heart feels for you. Your question is a serious one. One not to be overlooked.
Preface: This is in no way meant to look down upon or lower the validity of asexuality. I am a fierce part of the lgbtqia+ community, and I 100% support the ace community within ♥️♥️♥️. This discussion relates to trauma and the unfortunate downside of asexuality being used as a coping mechanism.
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A lot of people experience trauma… And there are many ways people cope with their trauma. One unfortunate coping mechanism is shutting yourself off completely, because of the trauma, i.e. using asexuality as a coping mechanism.
My recommendation? Work through your trauma. Address it. Get a professional to help, online or in person. Talk through it. Talk with the people you love and trust. Write about it. Draw about it. Sing about it. Get it out. Process it. Heal from it.
Once you have worked through your trauma, then you can see what’s really left. Is it truly asexuality? Or was it actually a trauma deflection mechanism?
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So, I’m proud of you for asking that question. Don’t stop there. Look into it. I believe in you. You got this. And let me know how it goes!! 💞💞💞
Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥
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oliviafitmomof3 · 1 year
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scarlettwriter91 · 9 months
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It’s 11:27am on a Sunday and I’m finally sitting down to write something after a couple weeks long break.
I’m going to update this with the time at every 1000 words written.
12:38 - 1,053 words
6:33pm - 2,049 words. (This was a fail)
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beenicole-art · 1 year
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A Floral Semicolon Design. I admire people’s strength and resilience when I see one of these tattoos or am requested to do a custom design with a semicolon.
You can get through this. You can do hard things.
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freedpheonix · 1 year
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Back to the Beginning
It was September. I was 19 and fresh out of a serious on-again-off-again 4 year relationship. I was devastated, we had a child together and we were really young and he had left me for someone else. I was vulnerable and lonely and just wanted to be loved. All I ever wanted was to be loved. I should have taken time for myself, to live and grow on my own... But again, I was young and dumb and had no clue what I was getting myself into.
I started texting a kid that was my "boyfriend" in 5th grade... He used to chase me and other girls around the playground and one day I had a shirt on that said, "BOYS ARE LIARS," and he said, "That's right, I'm breaking up with you." LOL. We were 10, it was nothing serious but definitely something to laugh about 9 years later. I had my own apartment, he still lived with his father. One of the first things he said was, "I love a woman that already has her own place." .... Like duh. That was my first red flag. Weird thing to say....
He ended up coming over to visit after work. I had 3 other friends over and he wanted me to walk him to the door alone but I was nervous. Something in my gut was telling me something wasn't right. The second he walked in the door he was already mad because I took "too long" coming downstairs. Anyway, I had one of my friends come with me and he got mad at her and made a mean comment about her following me like a puppy and said I didn't need a babysitter. She ended up leaving us alone and my brain was just screaming at me that he was bad. I wasn't comfortable, I genuinely felt like I was in danger. But I ignored it because, other than his weird anger that barely surfaced, I didn't see why I felt that way. He kissed me goodnight and left. From then on, he came back almost every night and eventually ended up just staying with me all the time. My 2 year old daughter was iffy with him. At first she didn't like him... I should have paid attention to that, kids and animals are the best judges of character... but she warmed up to him quickly.
When he was staying with me, he was telling his father that he was at his mother's and asking his mother to lie for him, which was weird but he had me convinced his dad was overbearing and wanted to control everything he did, so I let that go....
A few weeks later, he was going through an old laptop case that he had filled with several ounces of weed... He told me he sold weed and a lot of it. Honestly, I thought he was just trying to sound "cool" to me and didn't really believe him. I just thought he was a pothead... He told me he was going out hunting and would be back in a few hours. Later that night, I got a call from a friend that said he drove by him and he was being arrested.. He got caught selling weed. I had no idea how to handle that, I'd never been around all of that before.. I had smoked with my friends but never seen that much weed or been around criminals.. Everything in me knew he was bad news... and I STILL STUPIDLY ignored all the alarms... because I just wanted to be loved. His parents posted his bail and his mom made him stay with her instead of staying with me to make sure he stayed out of trouble. When he finally came to spend the night a few nights later, I had another red flag... He kept me up all night tossing and turning because he was sweating and in pain because he had missed his dose and was in withdrawal. At this point he had switched from Suboxone to Methadone because he said the 32mg of Sub he was on didn't make his cravings go away.. I thought I could change him and help him get better. I'm an empath and thought I could heal him... There were so many bad signs but his narcissistic claws had made their way through my skin and it was getting to be too late for me to back out. He was so good at manipulating and making me think there wasn't a problem and I was just silly for thinking so.
As I'm going back and reading this, I feel like an absolute idiot. I had so many chances to see how genuinely bad this guy was and I swept it under the rug. I could analyze myself and explain my childhood trauma but that's not what this story is about. It's about what I went though and how I got out. And I hope this story happens upon someone else who's going through it so they know YOU CAN GET OUT. IT DOES GET BETTER. ❤️
Stay tuned for the next chapter... ❤️
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Stop telling people “Don’t look back, you’re not going that way”
It’s ok to think about the past. It’s ok to think about trauma and what you’ve been through.
My past struggles with mental illness including borderline personality disorder, suicide attempts and self harm have shaped me into who I am today.
Going through extreme struggles has made me stronger. I work hard everyday for the girl I used to be, who didn’t want to be here, who didn’t want to help herself.
Whenever I’m having a tough day, I think of all that I’ve been through and I pick myself up and get through it.
So stop telling people to ignore the past.
Instead, learn from your past.
Grow from it.
Succeed for the person you used to be.
Don’t just ignore it, because it made you into who you are today.
I believe in you❤️
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joyfulnessupply · 1 year
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Question for today 👉 If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? ❤️
🙌 Likes, saves, comments and shares are all appreciated!
Thank you for being here! You are awesome 🥰
Follow for your daily dose of cuteness 😚
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finisheachday · 2 years
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02.09.22
“And it is hope, not success, that is the cure for depression.” —Orlando Da Silva
My law school orientation is officially over. Advice for first year students seems to rotate between “You’ll be fine. You’re smart. You’re here for a reason” and the “Welcome to hell. Here’s our collection of mental health resources.”
The highlight of my day was sitting down in a lecture hall and taking out a long-unused pen and notepad— the ones I’ve been saving since I attended a law school question and answer session in that very same lecture hall four years ago. I think I made it.
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overalleverything · 2 years
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"You are only one decision away from a new life."
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littlemisspascal · 2 years
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vigilantmoon · 2 years
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I used to be the girl that measured her self worth by whether the airbag sensor indicated I weighed enough to be sitting in the passenger’s seat or not. 
I used to be the girl that had to fit all of her fingers around her upper arm comfortably to feel validated. 
I was the girl that made excuses for the meals I had eaten, or not eaten for that matter.
I was the girl that refused to raise her voice, for fear of being portrayed as ‘too much.’ 
The girl I was led to me missing out on my sophomore year of high school.
The girl I was missed out on friendships and relationships.
The girl I was left me feeling abandoned, disheartened, and insecure with every ounce of my being.
Now the woman I’ve become doesn’t listen when others tell her she can’t do something.
The woman I’ve become shows up for herself every single day, despite how heavy life feels.
The woman I’ve become appreciates her flaws and imperfections, and recognizes that the journey has created a resiliency like no other.
I am the woman I always dreamt of becoming, and I can now look back and appreciate the challenges and heartbreaks that have led me to where I am today.
I am exactly where I need to be, flaws and all. I am beautiful. I am kind. I am loving. 
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allofthelights9 · 2 years
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In a good mood like
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khaladriel · 2 years
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Mathemann zwinkert allen Abiturienten aufmunternd zu, da KANN das nur großartig werden...
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