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So today was a series of events... I did errands, sold my book (was able to make a new friend because of it), played with my dog and my a&& got bitten by ants... I was scared they would go inside of me so I immediately took a shower. I checked in the mirror and there were bug bites all over but that is for another time... What that picture really is about, is because my sink is clogged. I tried vinegar and baking soda and hot water. But after some days it's still the same... This time I got really scared because now there is a puddle of water that won't go down... I tried scooping it with a tabo (dipper or pitcher) but there was still some water I couldn't scoop so I just looked at my sink in defeat thinking maybe it's time for some sosa, liquid sosa that is (Liquid Sosa is a brand of liquid lye for unclogging drain pipes). But, I was scared of using it because I might create a bigger problem like putting too much. I was never good with instructions... Then an idea popped in my head. I don't know why but I got the mountain dew plastic bottle that I am saving. I am a horder and save stuff like plastic bottles, toilet rolls, etc. for DIY stuff I can think of. Anyway, I put the mountain dew's mouth where the drain is and squeezed that little bugger and up came the water with some gunk (eww). It actually came up and the suction helped pull up some stuff that was in the drain pipe. I just carefully tipped the plastic bottle so I can throw the gunk away. It was a relief... Now with an unclogged sink (for now) I can rest easy tonight and tomorrow be able to buy the liquid lye to unclog the drain pipes...
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When someone helps you find the light again you also pass that torch to brighten someone's darkness....
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I have experienced the cold and the darkness but also felt the warmth and light from people. They might not always be visible but don't give up looking because they shine bright when you don't give up.
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I do not deserve my suffering as much as
my abuser instilled in my mind.
I know I have a purpose, I know I am worth it.
I am not my cptsd and depression.
I am not my anxiety and panic attacks.
I am strong.
I deserve happiness.
I deserve love.
I deserve to live.
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"How I know your face
All the ways you move
You come in, I can read you
You're my favorite book. "
- - Stars 'My Favorite Book'
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Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) dir. Sharon Maguire
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KEIRA KNIGHTLEY as CECILIA TALLIS 
- ATONEMENT (2007)
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https://mymodernmet.com/astor-alexander-disney-princesses-reimagined/
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I just realised my Tumblr is a safe place. I am free to express myself and scrolling through my feed, it reminds me of who I am; depression, cptsd, anxiety and feeling of hopelessness to who I am becoming; a person who struggles to see newer perspectives and understanding, a room for growth and healing, a person who tries to help herself and see the good in everything, a person who holds herself and sees the good in herself that she is worthy and enough. I am worthy and I am enough.
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I know you feel hatred in your heart. You want your life back. You want justice from your abuser and you want to see that person suffer... but what if you get your way? You know there will be another one... and another one... and another one. Will you start all over again? The hatred, the rage, the anxiety and the nightmares... it's tiring...
Move on... that's not your life. You don't deserve hatred. You don't deserve feeling lonely and wanting to breakdown all the time. You deserve the light from people that love you, not the darkness from those monsters. You are not alone. You are smart.  Work on yourself so that next time you encounter another monster you have a forcefield where they can't penetrate. Shouting and pounding on that forcefield but they can't get to you. They shout and pound until they tire themselves and they become small. Small and weak and not invincible anymore. Saying no, no more. I will not be controlled. I will get my life back and be happy! You got this.
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Remember those people who have hurt you? They are still people. They aren't indestructible. They have weaknesses, fears and insecurities just like everyone. But, it is not your job to fix them, let karma do its magic. You work on you and shine as bright as you can. - n. g. i.
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It feels so bad going through this because it's like seeing something bad done to someone but you just turn your back and act like you didn't see it - - and that someone is you. - n. g. i.
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I have something similar to the question "being able to put into words what you feel inside." that someone asked purposology from Instagram.
I have these bad memories that fuel my thoughts because I wasn't able to defend myself and put up with the injustice. Once I am given the chance to express myself they either shout at me, roll their eyes and interrupt me saying I am not listening to them and misunderstand them or make me repeat myself over and over and they are smiling about it. Once I got mad why they were making me repeat myself they shouted at me and it became frustrating. There were times I would dread the night because when I would be sleeping the door would open and startle me awake with his shouting and would continuously slam the door. That happened several times that my insomnia started and I started writing. He also read my diary and threw my words in my face saying no one would care what I said and if I cried. I had to deal with this for years that anxiety plagued my thoughts that I would not have any resolve so I just stayed quiet. My trust and self-esteem were not present in me growing up that I always had my guard up and thought some things that people do that I didn't understand was a way to hurt me. I would be meek, apologize constantly and put myself down, also an easy target to be bullied and blamed for when things go wrong. Whenever I am given a chance now to speak up, my thoughts are these jumbled up thread in my head and I don't know how to start. If something bad is being done to me I don't know how to stand up for myself anymore, I stutter and anger builds up too fast that I am not able to tell my side and I would have this uncontrollable cry and feeling of hopelessness. It seems much quieter now and people were able to move on. I tried to live my life but I have these thought demons now in my head giving me stress, bad anxiety that sometimes leads to panic attacks, insomnia and closed off from the world. Has anyone else experienced this? I would like to hear your thoughts. Thank you
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“ Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? ”
— Charles Bukowski (The Post Office)
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Dear God, even though I am falling apart, I feel so weak and destroyed. I will not forget the blessings you gave. How I have encountered so much more than I could handle but when I looked back at those trials, I don't think of them as big anymore and kept the lessons and strength that it gave me. This is going to be one of them. I will look back after an amount of time has passed and this won't hurt as much, my heart will still beat its steady rhythm and take care of me. I will still keep compassion and self love as my priority so I can spread it one day to make the weary hearted see their worth as well. Thank you for taking care of me when I most need it and when i am most alone. I ask for your forgiveness everyday and strength to be a better person.
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Don’t ever tell someone ‘I hate you’ even as a joke. They may appear functional and happy but you don’t know the battle hidden behind their smile or the cold numbness that is sinking into their soul. That your comment, even as a joke, could be the trigger that snaps whatever thread that is holding them together. Instead, remind them you love them because the mind plagued by dark thoughts often questions its own worth and sometimes even a small act pulls a long way through. So to my darlings, reading this:
I love you.
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