Second rant of the day
Will I ever be brave enough to talk in person about things that I really keep buried?
I mean... Thinking that I may have created memories when I was a kid to hide real memories?
Talking in a serious way, not in a humorous way, that my father used mental abuse so much times in my life that I don’t even know how I was able to keep on my feet sometimes.
Telling someone I was so drunk one night that a guy abused me but I still feel I am to blame because I eas drunk.
Talking about my eating disorders and hating my body sometimes till the point to hurt myself?
Like... I feel that sometimes Im drowing and that I need to talk about it with someone in person, someone that cares for me, but Im not brave enough and I dont want to tell some of this things to my mom because she is already having a really bad time with depression so I just want to make things essier for her
I think Im going crazy, Im afraid Im never going to be able to fix all of this. Im afraid I cant find a way to make my mom feel beautiful and happy once again. Im afraid I will never feel truly happy, deeply loved outside my mom, really beautiful or smart enough. Im afraid Im never going to be good enough for anything I dont know Im just talking shit like and idiot but 🤷🏻♀️ Lets keep smiling while I can so everybody thinks Im a normal person and not some crazy weirdo or something
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“Sometimes the long way is the only way home.”
— Unknown
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“There’s something within you that knows what to do. There is a power greater than you that knows how to take care of you without your help. All you’ve got to do is to surrender to it. Surrender your thoughts, your mind, your ego, to the current that knows the way. It will take care of you. It will take better care of you than you can ever imagine.”
— Robert Adams
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Sharing music is a huge love language for me
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https://iglovequotes.net/
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https://iglovequotes.net/
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„Jemandem nicht zu verzeihen ist, als würde man selbst Gift nehmen in der Hoffnung, dass der andere daran stirbt.“
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u know someone is having a rough day when their favorite song plays and they don’t sing along
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