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[the-cosmic-self]

The People Pleaser’s Inner Rage. When You Can’t Say No… but You’re Dying Inside

Smiling on the Outside. Screaming on the Inside. Ever smile while someone tramples your boundaries? This is for every people pleaser who's been too polite to scream.

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[olympiapsychology]

The Hidden Strengths of Insecure Attachment | Psychology Explained

Avoidantly attached people aren’t emotionless. They’re survivors of emotional chaos. If you learned to shut down, stay distant, or become hyper-independent… It wasn’t because you didn’t crave closeness. It’s because closeness felt unsafe. Your psyche said: “If I stay distant, maybe I’ll stay safe.” That wasn’t weakness. It was strategy. Insecure attachment—whether anxious or avoidant—isn’t a flaw. It’s your nervous system protecting you the best way it knew how. You weren’t broken. You were adaptive. And that same brilliance can now guide you toward secure, nourishing love.

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[relationshipresiliencewithcait]

Rowing Alone: The Cost of Carrying Love by Yourself

Even if you’re not a Swiftie, Taylor Swift’s So Long, London captures something so hauntingly real for anyone who’s ever loved from a place of anxious attachment—especially when the person on the other side is avoidant. But let’s set the music aside for a second. Picture this: You and your partner are in a canoe. You’re floating down a river together—life, love, the future. It’s not just the…

[wanderingsentiments]

An Ever-Shifting Understanding of Love

a letter to my beloved, who has the only personalized version of this poem

Love takes the form of many things, my darling. To some love is a heated blanket on a frightfully cold winters night. To some, it is a mug of tea and a quilted blanket after the night of an accident on a frozen road, with a bandage on your head from when you hit it on the steering wheel. Sometimes it is a hand holding yours during a difficult moment of conversation, meant to comfort and ground you when you feel you may be lost at sea.

Sometimes love is a hand upon your shoulder, which is meant to comfort. But sometimes a hand upon your shoulder is not a gesture of love. It is a method of control, a way to force someone’s will upon another.  Sometimes love is a set of arms wrapped around you from behind, meant to comfort you after a difficult day. But sometimes arms around your shoulders intend to throw you to the ground, and take control over your body brutally. sometimes these arms squeeze those within them meaning to comfort and create joyful connection, but without realizing it we separate the ribs and destroy the backs that hold up the smiles of those we love.  Sometimes love is singing somebody to sleep, to melodize a common theme, hymn or song to help the one you cherish most relax so they may sleep. But sometimes songs that are intended to comfort are sung in ways that are haunting and cruel by those with only the wickedest intentions. A song of the one I love most haunts my ears now, a memory of intimidation and suffocation rather than a remembrance of one who loves me dearly.

Sometimes love is a blanket, that is laid upon your shoulders meant to warm and comfort you. But sometimes, without intending to, we lay sheets of concrete upon the shoulders of the one we love.  Intending to comfort and provide shelter we build houses of marvelous marble and wrought iron, so that they may withstand the storms of life and the cruelty of an invader. But without realizing what we have done, we sometimes create prisons of cold inescapable stone and metal, that terrify, imprison, and torture the one we only mean to protect and comfort. Sometimes love is a warm mug in your hand, filled with a liquid meant to soothe and comfort you after a difficult day. But sometimes, all we have ever been handed mugs full of is poison. When some have learned to give love in mugs, others have only intended to fill the stomachs of their victims with misery and sorrow. 

Love is a confusing and fluid thing. What has been love to one individual may have only ever been a method of torture to another.  What may be only grasped to hand off as love in one person’s hand may be seen as a cruel tool of torture by another.  What some see as love has only ever been an experience of torture to another. What some see as terrifying, others see as a sanctuary of peace. When some offer space and the freedom of solitude as a manner of understanding and care, others only see abandonment. When some only intend to offer space others see a cruel isolation that was forced upon them in ages past.

To those of us who have been forced to lick love off of a scalpel’s wicked edge, the giving of a blade feels like a gift of love and devotion. But we forget the blood we shed learning to lick love off of blades, and without realizing it we lacerate the hearts of the ones we love, without even realizing we have separated flesh from bone.  We have eviscerated the hearts of our beloved without realizing we have even pricked the skin and drawn blood.

Love is complicated. Love Is only capable of being perceived through 5 keyholes and the sensations of our flesh. Our understanding of love is based in how love has been given to us or how it has been withheld from us in the past.  Love is patient, but our capability to perceive love may not be which can be damning. Love is kind, but what is kind to some may be only experienced as cruelty by another, which is an unintentionally destructive experience.

My darling, Love can be confusing. Love can be difficult to understand, because each and every person has a plethora of differing experiences. Even what may be loving at one day can easily be weaponized by one with cruel intentions, and stain our perceptions of love forever. This is a knowledge that has been burned into my bones and etched into my brains. But I have plenty of space left to learn more about what love means, to slowly teach myself what it means to cherish each and every person I should choose to love, but one day I hope to have softly written in my heart the instructions to your love. For each and every letter to be softly engraved upon my eager waiting heart by your gentle and loving hand.  I only wish to delicately learn to love you, even though I will have to continue to learn what that may mean for the rest of a lifetime. I do not mind, I honestly yearn to become a student of your heart, a researcher of the almost silent but pulsing and alive yearning of your soul. My heart waits eagerly, the pen is poised on the tables of my heart.

I’ve finally come to understand that you are seeking serenity rather than punishing me with silence for a crime that I do not understand that I've committed. Now that I understand one of the last hidden reasons for your desperation for solitude, and I understand that to you solitude is comfort and peace rather than forced isolations and a weapon of humiliation and shame. All that is left is for you to grab my hand and lead me in that way, but only when you decide that the time is right again. When the sun shines upon us yet again, may we journey through the pouring rains that life will force upon us with patience and the desire to understand each other’s heart. May the love that we dearly desired together be built anew upon a respecting of each other’s needs and understanding of the differences that a cruel life has brought upon us. When the time is right, I hope we can walk side by side alongside each other, even if we can’t walk hand in hand all the time, I just wish we could walk side by side with each other. I’ll freely give you the space you need whenever you need it, and I won’t call out to you when you are simply out of sight.  I’ll learn to simply wait until you’re ready to walk side by side again, and then continue having allowed you to regain your peace and comfort. And together may we walk, in peace, comfort, gentleness, and understanding of the other.

~WanderingSentiments

[sofiawellman]

Relationships are culturally bound. Love, a force that should flow freely, is often confined by societal boundaries. These constraints, rooted in factors like race, religion, and sexuality, limit our understanding and experience of love. However, by courageously challenging these cultural expectations, we can liberate ourselves and open our minds to new, unrestricted possibilities more aligned with who we are. This empowerment is the key to taking control of our love lives.

We often further narrow down our expectations by creating a detailed list of the qualities we believe define the perfect relationship. We may think we can attract our ideal partner by writing these qualities down, when we don't even understand who we are. By doing that, we overlook the importance of focusing on self-improvement. By becoming the best version of ourselves, we increase our chances of attracting the right partner. This emphasis on self-improvement should not just motivate us, but inspire us to strive to become complete individuals on our own rather than fixating on the fantasy of an ideal person. 

Many people share steps for finding love, but no formula works more authentically than the practice of loving ourselves, no matter how cliché it may seem. The 23-episode series "What's Love Got to Do With It" does not focus on finding the right partner but on becoming the right partner to yourself before seeking a relationship with anyone else. 

Come on a captivating, self-healing exploration into the intricate world of love with “What's Love Got To Do With It."  This thought-provoking journey takes a deep dive into how our individual attachment styles influence our relationships, weaving together the realms of science, psychology, and spirituality to offer a holistic understanding of the human experience. 

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[cinderpresss]

Anxious Attachment Recovery: Simplified Strategies for Emotional Healing and Relationship Growth" is your comprehensive guide to transforming anxious attachment into secure, confident connections.

Written with empathy and expertise, "Anxious Attachment Recovery" breaks down the complexities of attachment theory into accessible, actionable steps. You’ll explore the roots of anxious attachment, learn to identify and challenge negative thoughts, build emotional awareness, and develop secure attachment habits. Each chapter is designed to empower you with tools for nurturing healthy relationships, strengthening self-esteem, and embracing personal growth.

This book is packed with exercises, journaling prompts, and daily affirmations to support your journey toward emotional healing. With chapters dedicated to overcoming negative thought patterns, building trust, and cultivating independence, "Anxious Attachment Recovery" is your roadmap to a more fulfilling, balanced life.

If you're new to the concept of attachment styles or have been struggling with anxious attachment for years, this book offers the guidance and support you need to reclaim your sense of self-worth, build stronger relationships, and create lasting change. Take the first step towards healing today and discover the confidence to thrive in your relationships and beyond. Buy your copy today!

[parfaitblogs]

never grow up ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you are at the age you never thought you'd live to. 

genre: hurt/comfort + fluff! tags: established relationship. (very brief) mentions of r not eating. depression. non sexual nudity. mention of a past suicide attempt. reader is codependent on spencer #anxiousattachment!! mini argument not really because he loves you a lot!!! please know your triggers ♡  word count: 2.2k a/n: this was a vent write. LOL! i think i switch tenses a lot in this? i tried to fix it. this is why we don't write fanfiction while we're crying!!! i love u i love u i love u and i am so so glad you are the age that you are!! continue to grow please!! life will become beautiful!!!

Depression is a funny thing.

Sometimes you are forgetting there has ever been a version of you out there that fantasised about death and longed for an escape from this world you deemed so cruel, so invasive. Other times, you are sat naked on the cold floor of your bathroom rocking back and forth, clawing at your skin and ripping hair out of your scalp because you are sobbing so ferociously. The world spinning around you and your cries, so violent, are making you lightheaded and you wonder if you pass out here if anyone will ever find you. 

Clearly, tonight, you are the latter.

It started as a small pit in your stomach that morning, that you braved through and ignored to the best of your ability, even as you said gentle 'no thank you's' to food offered by your co-workers and forced your brain to focus on work and not the never-ending abyss of dread in your abdomen. Then, it became a tear or two on your way home, that you vehemently wiped away and pretended was never there because it couldn't be. 

Then you were showering to get your mind off things — a stupid decision, really. For your brain was latching on to every awful emotion it had felt thus far today, and you were stepping out of the shower with an even heavier heart, and your hands were wrapping around your now goosebump riddled body, as you were sinking to the floor in a ball.

And maybe hours passed by you. Maybe days — it certainly felt that way. Maybe it was only a mere five minutes. But your loud sobs felt like they took an achingly long time to slow and quiet down, until they were falling into ugly sniffles of the snot on your face, and a raging headache behind your eyes. 

Loud sobs — scream sobs, really — had a lot of disadvantages. The aftermath feeling of embarrassment of screaming at your brain that refused to simply shut up, the scratch at your throat from every sound you ripped from it. The audio block it gave you from the rest of the world. For you truly were in your own universe when you were howling alone in the comfort of your bathroom walls.

So much so, that the familiar sound of a door opening and closing, and a bag being placed down by the side of it, went entirely unnoticed to you. Footsteps against your apartment's wooden flooring weren't picked up, nor were the first two knocks on your bathroom door. By the third, you were blubbering through saliva and snot, and you had heard it. Followed by a very gentle calling of your name, that had your heart clenching within your chest for a new reason. 

He had said he was coming home tomorrow. Which almost always meant he wouldn't be home for another three days, and so, in your mind, you thought bawling that night could be a secret kept between you and your tiles. 

Apparently not. 

He called your name again when you didn't reply, an added hint of desperation in his voice. Trembling, you stood, your limbs feeling as though they were creaking while you straightened them out. And you didn't bother about the towel sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor, nor the pile of your clean clothes sitting on the countertop. In fact, you didn't bother about anything as a shaking hand twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.

In an instant, his worried frown deepened, and eyes that might usually drink in the sight of your naked body beautifully, now didn't wander further than the scarlet scratch marks along your neck — blood vessels risen to the surface from how fragile that part of you was. He exhaled, and took a hesitating step towards you. One you welcomed by remaining planted in your spot — you didn't know if you could move, though. 

"Can I ask what's wrong, or do you simply want a hug?" 

Both, you wanted to say. Both, but also neither. 

You didn’t say that. Instead, you said, "Hug."

He hardly took a second to register what you'd said before his arms were wrapping around you. If he found the slightly damp state of your skin annoying, he didn't comment on it. He didn't say much at all, as he enveloped you into his body, a hand securing itself on the back of your head, and his chin resting atop your head. 

Water dripped uncomfortably to the floor, splattering on the tiles and his shoes, being the only sound aside from your irregular hiccups and sniffles. His button-up was wet from your tears and your body, and you could almost hear his complaints about it, if this were any other day. 

Minutes passed, and even though you didn't want to, you pulled back, feeling his hands slip around to your waist and hold you benevolently. Your own hands reached up to your face to wipe away tears, an embarrassed laugh escaping your lips. 

"This is pathetic," you said, fingers digging into the corners of your stinging eyes. 

"How?" he asked you.

"I didn't think you'd be home to see me having a mental breakdown."

A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes appeared on his lips. "Well, I am." Fingers squeezed your waist reassuringly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You shrugged, wordlessly, your eyes dropping from his face to the damp spot on his chest from where your face had once been, heart stuttering. 

"We don't have to, honey," he said. "But it might help."

"I know it might," you muttered. 

He was silent, as were you. A few more beats passed between you two, before you were turning around to pick up clothes you had left for yourself on the counter. You didn't really feel any different under his watchful gaze as you dressed yourself. Accustomed to the act, or simply too overwhelmed with another emotion, you didn't know. 

He followed you into the living room when you walked out there, and he sat down next to you on the couch you curled up on. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, and he lifted his head on each intake of breath you had, as if about to say something. But you never did. 

So, he took over.

"Did something happen today?" You shook your head, and he nodded his own. "Okay. This past week?" You shook your head again, because other than missing him while he had been stuck in Texas for a case, nothing had actually happened. 

You wished it had. Truly, you wished you had experienced a murder on your way to work, or a distant family member had passed away so you could blame this feeling on something other than memories simply resurfacing. 

You sniffled again. "You know," you began, voice thick and wobbly from the lump lodged in your throat. "When I was fourteen, I didn't think I'd ever be this old."

Your gaze lifted from your lap to look at him, and you let a helpless tear fall from one of your eyes when you locked eyes with him. He was confused, unsurprisingly so.

So, you continued. "I tried to kill myself. When I was fourteen."

He readjusted his posture, eyebrows falling into a more concerned state, and he was silent for so long you wondered if this was when he decided you were too much and too complicated for him to deal with. 

He didn't. "I didn't know," he said, instead. 

"I don't exactly advertise it," you replied, and even if it was an attempt at being light hearted, it fell flat. "I just realised I never thought I'd be this age," you continued when he hardly reacted, "and I've been really anxious and down all week, so I think that realisation kind of sent me over the edge."

"Are you happy you're at this age?" 

Hesitantly, but surely, you nodded your head. "I got to meet you."

His lips twitched, but a smile never crossed his face. "You should be happy for reasons more than just me."

"You are my reason for being happy," you argued. 

"And I'm glad to hear I make you happy, but I cannot be your only reason."

"Why not?"

"Because that's dependency." 

You short-circuited, and he sighed upon realising the way you were taking his words — maybe not the smartest thing he could've said to his still tear-stricken-faced girlfriend. 

"What I mean is you should have other areas in your life that make you happy. Not just me."

"I like my job," you mumbled, gaze relocating to your lap. "And my friends."

"Great," he said, and you could feel his weight shifting on the couch as he nudged closer to you. "As long as I'm not your reason for living."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "You've been my reason for living since we started dating. Why is it different now?"

"I didn't know I was your reason for living until now."

"So if you are, then what? You leave me?" 

"No," his response was so immediate you were sure you could feel the whiplash, and he ran a hand down his face with an exasperated sigh. "I don't want to fight with you when you're like this."

"I don't want to fight with you either," you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. "I'm sorry I'm co-dependent."

He didn't respond for a while, mulling everything you two had shared and now, your apology, over in his head. You sat, anxiously, as minutes ticked by until he was puffing his cheeks to let out air, and standing up from the couch. 

He turned to you. "I love you, you know that," he began, and even before he had a chance to finish, you were already drowning him out, world crumbling around you as tears welled back up in your eyes. Maybe if you weren't as emotional as you were that night, your vision wouldn't have already gone blurry, and your heart wouldn't be shattering in your chest already. 

"But?" you countered, a sob escaping you at the end of the word.

He froze at the sound of it, his eyebrows turning in to each other, "Sorry?"

"You love me, but?"

"I don't understand."

"I'm sitting here, sobbing really violently and I look hideous, and you've just discovered I'm co-dependent, and you don't like that about me, so now you're telling me that you love me, but this isn't going to work out, and I need to work on myself before I get into another relationship, and you hope I can find happiness, and—"

"—What are you talking about?" he cut your ranting off, blinking a few times, confused. 

"Is that not what's happening?" 

"No?"

"Oh."

You stared at him, and he stared at you, and you felt your heart slowly pick itself back up from the pits of your stomach, each piece mending itself back together. He wasn't breaking up with you.

"I wasn't going to say that at all. Please don't put words in my mouth."

"Sorry," you said, though it wasn't very sincere. He crouched down in front of you, hands finding your fidgeting ones to hold them.

"Can I finish what I'm going to say before you cut me off this time?" Wordlessly, you nodded your head, and so he continued. "I love you, and you know that, and I don't want you to think I'm upset or mad at you for being codependent. You're allowed to not know how to navigate a relationship. But—"

"—There it is—" he glared with no real heat at you, and your lips twitched "—Sorry."

"But I need you to communicate with me. I'm going to inevitably do things that upset you, because you're co-dependent. We need to figure those things out, because a lot of the time you will respond unhealthily, and knowing what I know now, I don't want to be a trigger in any way."

"You won't be a trigger," you mumbled, and he shot you a pointed look, and your shoulders deflated. "I just feel stupid communicating things like that. Like, oh, I'm sad because my boyfriend is out of state for work and he's super busy and not responding to my messages so I think he might hate me."

"That isn't stupid."

"Yes it is!"

He said your name, eyebrows risen, and he shook his head. "You're upset about something. That isn't a stupid thing at all."

"It feels stupid."

"Okay, well, how about the next time I'm away on a case and not replying and you miss me, which is what that crazy, sad, completely reasonable phenomenon is called, by the way, you communicate that with me, and you see how I respond?"

"What if you tell me to go fuck myself?" 

He didn't even need to verbally deny your words for you to know that that response was completely out of character for him. All it took was one simple look, and you were diffidently smiling and averting your gaze, mumbling a quiet, "Okay."

And yes, the next time he was out of the state and you missed him, as he so kindly put it, you told him. And he spent three hours on the phone that night with you, reassuringly expressing how much he loved you, and how little he hated you.

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[poisonhyuck]

video game lover - l.hc

when ur bf haechan is too busy playing games to pay attention to u so u suck him off :3

cw: smut (duh), blowjob, swallowing, unprotected sex, dick riding, slight degration, afab reader, hc forgets to pull out, gamer!haechan, anxiousattachment!reader

"I swear I'll come to bed after this game just give me a moment." haechan said, hands moving across the keyboard as he continued to play his favourite game, overwatch.

"you said that 30 minutes ago..." you huffed.

haechan knows it all too well, how you can't sleep without him due to anxiety. but sometimes he just wants to stay up playing with his friends.

"mhm, yeah." he responded, obviously not even paying attention to what you said.

its not really a problem for you when haechan does his own thing, he deserves time alone. but recently he's doing it constantly and you don't think you could stand staying up until 4am another night waiting for him to come to bed.

haechan was sitting back in his gaming chair, the light from the computer shining on his bare face, his eyes glued to the screen, not daring to move a muscle.

"baby.. I'm tired.." you whined, your last resort being guilt tripping and acting all cute.

to your surprise, he was too engrossed in the game to even register your words. he kept cursing under his breath and making little grunts as he played.

your mind pondered, what could get his attention..? or even better, what would make him come to bed..?

too lost in thought, your phone fell to the ground, bouncing on the carpet and landing under haechans desk.

"shit."

you slowly crawled under haechans desk, trying to retrieve the phone without startling him or getting caught.

as you grabbed the device, you realised haechans crotch was dangerously close to your face as you turned back.

the way his tan legs rested made you feel things you shouldn't be feeling at all.

you wanted to crawl out and wait for haechan but you were impatient. and so was the growing heat inbetween your legs.

you gently tugged at his navy shorts, but he didn't budge, causing you to pull so hard they came off.

of course, a shocked haechan peered down at you from above.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he whispered, covering his mic.

"what do u mean?" you glared at him innocently.

haechan quickly raised his head as a new match began, his attention to you now nonexistent.

you slid down his boxers, his soft cock sitting infront of you.

he ignored u, too busy with his game.

your hand cupped him gently and as if on command, he was already getting a bit hard.

your lips wrapped around his hardening dick, taking as much as you could in your mouth until you were about to gag.

your head bobbed up and down slowly, looking up at haechan to see how he was reacting.

as expected, he was still paying to attention to you, but he gently bit his lip and that was enough for you.

you started to be a bit more fierce and bob your head faster, the scene almost looking as if it came out of a porno.

"one second boys. I- fuck.. I have to go do something." he practically whimpered, his voice shaky and desperate.

haechans left hand suddenly reached down and yanked your hair before thrusting up harshly into your mouth.

his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag hard, but he didn't slow down.

"you.. you bitch.. is this what u want.. huh? you want all my attention..? I hope you know that.. that was probably the last time.. me and the guys get to game.. until.. next month.. now you fucking.. ruined it.." his words stung as hard as the precum stirring in your mouth.

you couldn't even talk, his dick stuffed in your mouth, being forced to take him roughly.

your gagging turned into choking as his sperm shot into your mouth.

"swallow.." he said, lifting your chin to make you look at him.

haechan was never really this rough during intimacy, but when you really pissed him off.. oh you're getting it

you obediently swallowed his warm, sticky cum, making a face of disgust whilst doing so.

"I'm sorry.." you managed to say, your knees hurting from keeping them against the rough material of the carpet for so long.

"no.. its fine. I know I haven't been giving you much attention recently."

"don't apologise." you whispered, gently pushing his chair back and standing up.

haechan pulled you down onto his lap, his again hardening dick pressing against your clothed, but wet kitty.

he began to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck.

you tilted your head back immediately, giving him more access to your neck.

"y/n.."

"hm?"

"can you ride me?" he spoke gently between kisses.

"yes."

the words left your lips immediately without any thought or consideration.

he struggled to unbutton your long, flared jeans because of how excited he was. he never admitted it but he's imagined you fucking him on his gaming chair way too many times.

you threw your jeans across the room along with your soaked underwear.

you didn't hesitate to sit on him immediately, his throbbing dick slowly entering your wetness, a moan escaping both of you.

"it's been too long." haechan mumbled, holding onto your hips, already impatient.

you moved back and forth, grinding your hips together before taking his headphones off and throwing them against the floor.

somehow, haechan didn't care at all, instead he moved his hips up against yours, matching your pace and encouraging you to go further.

his whines and heavy breathing filled the room, you've barely even started and he already sounds like he's about to cry.

"faster.." he whimpered, voice perfectly replicating a spoiled brat.

but you listened of course, moving harder until your bodies made a continuous wet noise.

his hands traveled to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"so tight.. I'm gonna cum.. fuck-" you cut him off with a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, also approaching your high as well as him.

his gaming chair made a slight squeaking noise everytime your hips moved forward, the sound only bringing you even closer.

"haech pull ou-" before you could even finish your sentence, he filled you with his sweet cum, causing you to cum on his dick.

"oh shit I'm so sorry I just couldn't pull out.." he panted.

"It's fine it's fine. I'll just take plan b." you got off him with a wet popping sound before making your way over to the bathroom to clean up.

haechan lifted up his headphones from the ground to put them in charge, but a small noise was coming from them.

he froze when he put on the headphones, realising that johnny, mark, taeyong and jaehyun were there the entire time.

"y/n?" he called out,

"I forgot to mute my mic.."

[chevy-paws]

chevi i nono feel goob ):

i feels like i bein replacd by evryon n i care too muches n noddenuf n a bad person n da colecion bein meani n doin bad stuff ):

n i wos hangin ou wif a fren n day nicie bu da boys da wos dere wos meanie n i lef cus i wos scaredie n i wos lidol n da over person da wos fronin wif me wen moote anen disaperd ):

n i feel badie cus i lef supa quigly n da endire fin fel like i wos doin somfun wron bu i dunno howda make bedda ):

m sori for dis been ours firs ask in a whil i jus saddies

oia @littlebeanshares

Hi honey, I can understand how you feel. It's hard to feel out of place among one's friends. Lots of the time, feeling like one loves too much or not enough and a fear of being replaced comes from attachment issues or personality disorder. Papa's advice is to check the Reddits r/codependency, r/CPTSD, and r/anxiousattachment, as well as r/BPD if you like, when not small. (No pressure!)

It might also be worthwhile to check out DBT distress tolerance tools, there are a couple great websites out there to help with that :) finally, papa's been reading a book called How To Talk To Anyone, 90 Tricks, and it's been helping enormously for confidence. I found a free version online :)

Having high dissociative barriers can be very difficult angel. For that I would check r/DID, there is often a lot of helpful info in the wikis of these reddits as well. In terms of the friend you were hanging out with, a good course of action might be to apologize for leaving so abruptly the other day and explain that your emotions and/or mental issues were acting up, so you needed a break. If you need, you can get help from some bigs in the system. There's no shame in that pumpkin I promise. Sometimes, though, people can't always read our minds, so it's nice to give them some context as to how we feel.

Thank you for your ask sunshine, I hope you feel better soon. The most important thing about system communication is communicating your feelings to your other members, whether thats by journaling, meditating, recording messages, or writing notes back and forth. I promise things won't be this way forever.

I want to gently remind you of papa's new policy I put on my intro, which is to please ask before venting directly in my asks and DMs, as I too have some mental distress issues and it helps a million. Thank you for being my kind little sprout and taking care of papa! You have a nice day okay fledgling?

[samueldeckerthompson]

One of them keeps showing up ... with bandaged hands and a voice cracked from trying.

They learn the language of patience, even when their own name gets lost in the shuffle or trampled in the mud.

They patch the holes, pick up the dogshit, buy groceries like peace offerings,

and try to find warmth

in the empty shape of a body that has been turned away for years.

The other one ...

they call it timing, or trauma, or too much too soon, or losing myself, or needing space, but really,

they just stopped showing up,

they folded the map

when it got hard to read,

or they've been using someone else's.

Love isn’t some puzzle

missing a corner piece,

love is effort,

or it’s not.

So, there's always one who digs in,

the other runs,

one feeds the fire,

the other is quick to be done.

-Samuel Decker Thompson

#poetry

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[olympiapsychology]

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[theaenetworks]

Anxiety is a disorder associated with considerable distress, ill health, diminished quality of life and elevated rates of disability. While our focus will be solely on diminished quality of life. It creates a big vacuum in one’s life where quality of life is not up to the minimum standard of life, it becomes a life worth not living and the feeling of depression will creep in and settle in one’s life. While anxiety is common it can have a deteriorating effect in people’s lives, where people focus on fear of loss of family and friends, loss of job, and unable to achieve a long life achievement; when the purpose is no longer there and the drive to keep moving forward, then the outcome will be creating a diminished lifestyle.

To be where you have always wanted to be in life, you have to fight against anxiety and create that lucid moment for you to thrive off the pressure. You have to surround yourself with people you trust; a circle where you feel very safe, keeping small circle can help you identify the purpose of the circle very quick. Young people are very sensitive of their environment, they are keen to get feedback from the society, they want to know what the general public think about their confidence and skill, when they get negative response it becomes a leaning path to anxiety where they have to battle over the thoughts whether they are good enough.

You have to be all in this process, it is an all-round process to get you moving in a positive direction. You need to get the body moving, to be in a right state of mind before you can pull yourself out of anxiety which over clouds where you are heading in life and mar you from reaching your fullest potential. Exercise is definitely an antidote to it, you have to hit the ground running, it can help you focus on different things while your main purpose remains the bigger picture. Put your favourite songs on the playlist and keep the workout going, with this you can feel good internally and it is a whole lot of escape from anxiety.

You have to put your purpose and focus on the forefront, you need quality bedtime to reinvent yourself, building the confidence from there creates fresh chances for you to go again feeling reinvigorated, but depriving yourself sleep will leave you vulnerable to anxiety. Good night sleep prepares you for a better morning, you have to cultivate patient in your life, don’t rush it, if you trust the process gradually you will get yourself back on the right track. Anxiety can make thoughts of eating food as ill as eating dirt, but you have to beat those thoughts and eat healthily; good food and eating at the right hours of the day can help you keep up with the track process.

For the time being you need to think about living in the moment only, stressing your brain to accumulate long goals will not aid the process, you need to conquer the moment and then the future will fall along. The thought of marriage, having kids, buying a house, having your big break before 40 will always come but mindfulness of the present state can make way for these near future success. You can conquer anxiety, you just need to follow the guidelines and reinvent yourself, you can never live on diminished quality life, you’re not average or mediocre, but you are all out for the best version of yourself to reach your fullest potential.

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[sofiawellman]

Defining God is challenging for most discerning individuals. The concept of God carries a great deal of significance. Not all of our beliefs are based on logic—after all, some people become aggressive and commit acts of violence in the name of God. 

Our personal views are often shaped by how we were raised, and some individuals choose to rebel against the dogmas of structures that no longer make sense to them as they navigate life into adulthood. Since we are all a unique blend of experiences distinct from anyone else, it stands to reason that we would each find our own meaning of God rather than cling to the childlike understanding we were taught in our youth by parents and other influential figures. We are meant to develop our perspectives beyond those who came before us. And not only as a rebellion against them.

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This book is packed with exercises, journaling prompts, and daily affirmations to support your journey toward emotional healing. With chapters dedicated to overcoming negative thought patterns, building trust, and cultivating independence, "Anxious Attachment Recovery" is your roadmap to a more fulfilling, balanced life.

If you're new to the concept of attachment styles or have been struggling with anxious attachment for years, this book offers the guidance and support you need to reclaim your sense of self-worth, build stronger relationships, and create lasting change. Take the first step towards healing today and discover the confidence to thrive in your relationships and beyond. Buy your copy today!