#Vulnerable post

[realm-of-tas]

Love turns a man fragile to the utmost level of vulnerability.

[taemitt]

just read a sasuke/naruto/kyuubi fic

[killj0y616]

Shout out to Mentopolis on Dropout. I told my therapist about it & he told me about a therapy method called Internal Family Systems. We're exploring it as a treatment option. I haven't responded well to talk therapy, but this new system is working great so far. I likely would have never heard of it without yall. Thank you :)

[occultbooks]

I love house because its filled with smart people who are also stupid which makes me feel better about myself

I was always the smart kid and I had very few friends, blah blah blah, you've heard the story. I was the only kid in the entire 5th grade who was in the gifted program. but i'm also a clumsy loser who says things wrong constantly. sometimes I get bad grades on purpose to try and teach instructors a lesson. i'm argumentative and scared of being vulnerable and I keep people at a distance. but i'm smart. I know I'm smart. I used to worry that's all I would ever be. I still get defensive sometimes when people correct me, because if I'm not smart, then i'm nothing. it feels silly to say it, but house makes me feel like i'm a whole person. i can be smart and "dumb" at the same time and it's okay.

i'm 18 so i'm still learning to be an adult. but I feel like I'm gonna be okay.

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

Ghost From My Past

At eleven years old, my world fell apart,

The man I called father was nowhere, no start.

His laughter, his warmth, a love I had craved,

Invisible, like whispers, leaving me enslaved.

As a little girl, I spun dreams in the night,

Wondering what he looked like, searching for light.

What is he doing? Does he think of me too?

Will he ever come looking? Does he ever feel blue?

Does he hate me for questions I dare not ask?

Did he forget all the moments, the love I would bask?

Is he pretending I’m lost, just a shadow of time?

I sat with these thoughts as I tried to climb.

Then at nineteen, he resurfaced, or so I believed,

For a fleeting moment, I felt a reprieve.

But now here at twenty-eight, he’s gone once again,

A ghost from my past, with no way to amend.

Haunted by echoes of what might have been,

Each passing year feels like a cycle of sin.

It’s like mourning a death, yet he’s still out of reach,

A ghost in my heart, with no words he'd teach.

Where is he now, in the depth of the night?

I know that he’s there, just beyond my sight.

This torment, this longing, it cuts to the core,

With questions unending, I keep wanting.

So I sit and I wonder, just a girl in a dream,

His little girl still, though he’s lost in the seam.

I search for the answers in shadows and light,

Hoping one day, we’ll reunite.

Mamaa's Poem

Mama, oh Mama, the memories flood in,

A childhood of struggle, where do I begin?

You were my anchor, my light shining bright,

But the years slipped away, fading In & out of sight.

You held me close when the world felt so cold,

Yet your presence was fleeting, like stories untold.

At sixteen, I lost you, our bond started to break,

In search of affection, my heart learned to ache.

You bought my love when the price was just right,

But I craved something deeper, a warmth that Felt bright.

Yet every time I reached out, you built up a wall,

You’d turn away quickly, leaving me feeling small.

Now here I am, at twenty-eight years old,

Trying to create a life, a family to hold.

But your voice has to echo softly, filled with disdain,

For the man that I love, who you think brings me pain.

I wish I could tell you how hard it’s become,

To navigate life when I feel so alone.

I mourned our connection for the very first time,

Realizing I had to let go of the climb.

I cut off the contact, it hurt me so deep,

But I learned that this silence allows me to keep

The love for myself that I’ve fought hard to claim,

I wish you could see me, but it’s just not the same.

You’d make the same choice for the man you Know, So I wish you knew,

I had to be brave and finally break through.

I’m building my future, with dreams that are mine,

And though it feels heavy, I know I’ll be fine.

Mama, oh Mama, I hope you can see,

That I’m growing and thriving, just trying to be me.

I’m sorry it’s come to this, but I’ve learned to let go,

And though I still miss you, I’ll continue to grow.

Goodbye To My Childhood

In the quiet of night, I whisper goodbye,

To the ghosts of my childhood, the dreams that ran dry.

A little girl’s laughter, now echoes in pain,

Yearning for love, just to feel whole again.

Daddy, oh father, you were never quite there,

A flicker of hope in a childhood unfair.

I chased your reflection in the depths of my mind,

But the warmth I imagined, I never did find.

Mama, sweet Mama, you held me so tight,

Yet your love was a flicker, lost in the night.

You bought me your affection, but the price was too steep,

In the silence surrounding, my heart learned to weep.

Now I stand here, a woman reborn,

With the courage to shatter the chains that were worn.

I grieve for the childhood I longed to embrace,

But my journey is mine; I’ll carve out my space.

In the depths of my sorrow, I gather my strength,

To finally say farewell, to go any length.

The shackles of silence, the burdens of blame,

I refuse to let them define who I am.

So here is my farewell to the parents unmade,

To the love that was absent, the memories that fade.

With each step I take, I release the old pain,

Embracing the future, where hope will remain.

I’m shedding the echoes of neglect and despair,

With a heart full of dreams, I’ll rise from the air.

Goodbye to the shadows, I’m ready to soar,

For the girl who was lost is now wanting no more.

In the courage I find, I reclaim all my worth,

I’ll build with the fragments, a life from this earth.

With love as my compass, I’ll navigate free,

Goodbye to my past, I’m finally me.

[maes-chamber]

Had the most amazing conversation with the spokesperson of a sister-organisation and I feel so vindicated regarding a matter I thought I was over (a former-colleague tried to manipulate and gaslight me for reasons still unknown) and I feel amazing

I didn't realise how much it was still weighing me down until I ended the call and realised that even STRANGERS from different organisations knew I was in the clear and believed me. It made my week.

[badgerinamicrowaveromohomo]

Hiii

I'm saving up for a mobility cane. Can someone help me?

Love this design so much and I relate to rodents so much, with scurrying away in gear and stealing snacks.

And somehow, against all odds, still alive!

This is a really emotionally thing for me and I feel very vulnerable telling anyone that I'm thinking of getting one.

[blackcottoncandyshouldbeinvented]

i have always made andrew a bit soft and probably ooc in the fics i write. i just realized the correlation in an uber, completely wiped from a marathon … like!!???

anyway…the connection is a parallel between my own ‘this is nothing’ ‘i hate you’ relationship from before i even read AFTG

it had a tragic ending, but in a lot of ways i see myself in both andrew and neil and maybe i can give myself what i never had?

[eventheironstillfearstherotx]

yall ever feel deep deeeeeep guilt for being gay

[engeliclady]

lowkey need a relationship like this but as lesbians (im emil on GOLLY!!!)

[trashy-greyjoy]

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

*From Rock Bottom to Redemption: My Journey with Meth Addiction and Mental Health*

As I sit here, reflecting on my recent experience, I am filled so many emotions – gratitude, shame, guilt, and ultimately, hope. My story is one of struggle, of hitting rock bottom, and of finding the strength to rise again.

*The Descent into Darkness*

It started with meth. I was already living with borderline personality disorder, bipolar schizoaffective disorder, and a cocktail of medications to manage my symptoms. But meth promised a temporary escape, a fleeting high that would numb my pain. I was wrong.

Meth hijacked my brain, canceling out the prescription medication that had been working for me. It consumed me, body and soul. I lost everything that mattered – friends, partner, home, and nearly my life.

*The Wake-Up Call*

My suicide attempt landed me in the ICU, where I faced the darkest corners of my own mind. The journey to recovery was not easy. I had to confront the demons I had been trying to escape – the shame, guilt, and pain.

In the psych ward, I was forced to confront the stranger I had become. Meth had amplified my symptoms, making me unpredictable and volatile. I struggled to recognize myself, to reconcile the person I once was with the person I had become.

*The Road to Recovery*

But with time, therapy, and medication, I began to heal. I learned to manage my symptoms, to recognize the triggers that led me down the path of addiction. I worked through the guilt and shame, learning to forgive myself and recognize that I was deserving of love and good things.

*The Science Behind Meth Addiction*

Methamphetamine, or meth, is a highly addictive stimulant that can exacerbate underlying mental health conditions. For individuals with borderline personality disorder, bipolar disorder, and schizoaffective disorder, meth can:

- Amplify symptoms of anxiety, paranoia, and psychosis

- Disrupt mood regulation, leading to intense emotional dysregulation

- Impair cognitive function, including decision-making and problem-solving

- Increase risk of suicidal thoughts and behaviors

*The Impact on Relationships*

My addiction also took a toll on my relationships. I pushed away friends and family, isolating myself in a cycle of shame and guilt. I struggled to maintain intimacy, as meth consumed my every waking moment.

But with recovery, I began to rebuild those relationships. I learned to communicate openly and honestly, to set boundaries and prioritize self-care. I rediscovered the joy of connection, of laughing and loving with others.

*The Power of Redemption*

Today, I am grateful to say that I am sober, and I am me again. The journey was not easy, but it was worth it. I have learned to love myself, flaws and all, and to recognize that I am deserving of love, care, and compassion.

If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction and mental health, please know that there is hope. Reach out to a mental health professional, a support group, or a trusted friend or family member. You are not alone, and you are worthy of redemption.

*Resources:*

- National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) Hotline: 1-800-950-6264

- Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) Hotline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

- Crisis Text Line: Text "HOME" to 741741

Remember, recovery is possible, and redemption is within reach.

[abyssalzones]

low lays the devil in me

*if you tag as ship it's an insta-block. not what this is. thanks

[afterthelambs]

This side by side makes me cry. Those are the exact same eyes. Despite everything it's still you :(

[urfriendlywriter]

25 "you've no idea what you do to me," vulnerability dialogue prompts !!

(feel free to use <333 tag me when yall write!! my favs are 5!! 10, 3 )

"God, I need you."

"I've craved this more nights than I can remember." :'')

"Would it assure you if I say.. that I'd be honored to protect your vulnerability with me?"

when you both sleep together after a traumatic event, you holding them

^ they silently whisper, "I'm scared.. That you'll leave me once you see how much I need you. that this love will consume me, make me.. clingy, and you'll see I'm just.. broken"

"Can you hug me?" By a really vulnerable you and they still at the request before one hand moves to your back, holding you against them - perhaps more tightly than necessary.

They make a choked sound, half laugh, half sob, pressing their forehead against yours, "What would I be without you?"

"Would you... would you be okay if I put my arm around your shoulders? Like, hugging you from the side?"

^ "Would u want to?" you ask but they hadn't expected you to ask if they wanted to. your question implies that you care about their feelings too, and it touches something deep within them. "Yes," they admit softly. "I do."

Cuddling but its them on top resting their ear over ur heart and listening to its beatssssss

3 am truth exchanges and both your voices are really quiet, intimate and genuine, eyes shining with lots of emotions that you both honor and hold close.

[bruciemilf]

Currently swayed into the ‘Believe it or not, living with a British guy for decades WILL give Bruce an accent’ bandwagon.

It'd be so cute if it only slips out when Bruce does. He maintains a silence to Batman, when he prowls, — because Gotham isn't a gentle animal, so he can't be, either, — the lesser the chances to be recognized by voice, the better.

Nonetheless, talking can't be avoided forever. Especially not when dealing with scared people that have to be reassured.

“You know we’re basically CPS for adults, right?”

“Except we do our jobs.”

Martinez looks up at the sky, biting back a cackle, because he’ll be DAMNED if he laughs at this freak’s jokes. “I hate it when you're funny.”

He’s positive Batman frowns in confusion because he tilts his head, emulating a confused dog. “I’m not trying to be.”

“Oh, go FUCK yourself.”

Batman isn't interested in continuing their benter, much too busy with the crying child in the waiting room at the station. She's the tiniest witness there.

He must be the only vigilante carrying lollipops next to paralyzing gas.

The cadence in his voice simply burns off any dark intention associated with him. But if you listen as closely as Martinez does, you'll hear a poised arch in his accent.

“Here you go, love. Shall I get you a choccy while we talk to your father?”

Martinez sits and blinks for about a minute, which should earn him a record of some short.