#EscapingReality

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You’re back in time: It’s past midnight and you’re alone

[bestbookmonkey]

When reality gets too real, I switch to fiction mode.

[leavetheroomofnightmares]

i want to be there right now Escape to a world of wonder and exploration with the beauty of English. Let your Pinterest journey begin now.

[stuntchicken]

The Backrooms (unfound footage) "A Journey from TV into Reality"

The Backrooms (unfound footage) "A Journey from TV into Reality" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHho2JNnMkA Welcome to "Lost in the Backroom: A Journey from TV into Reality"! Join us as we witness the amazing adventure of the Backroom's Hot Dog Lady's man Nibbler, who unexpectedly finds himself plummeting into the depths of dreamland within the confines of a television. Brace yourself as we delve into an extraordinary story navigating through the mystical realms of The Backrooms. In this thrilling escapade, our protagonist gets more than he bargained for when he stumbles upon a hidden passage leading straight into the magical land within the TV dimensions. As he explores this enchanting world, filled with captivating wonders and captivating dangers, he realizes that the path to freedom lies in yet another backroom drop, propelling him from the dreamland into stark reality. Prepare to be captivated by the breathtaking visuals and mind-bending twists that await you in this mesmerizing journey. Experience the suspense, adrenaline, and mystery that consume our hero, leaving him yearning for an escape from this mesmerizing prison. Will he be able to find his way back to the familiar, or will he be forever trapped within the confines of this surreal universe? Through this immersive tale, we invite you to join us on a rollercoaster of emotions and discover the secrets that lie within "Lost in the Backroom: A Journey from TV into Reality." Witness the resilience of the dog spirit as our protagonist battles against the odds in an attempt to break free from the clutches of this mesmerizing yet treacherous realm. Buckle up and prepare for a mind-bending odyssey like no other. Will our hero triumph over adversity, or will he succumb to the shadows within? Find out as you embark on a breathtaking adventure where reality and imagination collide, leaving you questioning the boundaries of what is real and what lies beyond. ---------------------------------------- StuntChicken? ✅ Subscribe To My Channel For More Videos: https://youtube.com/@stuntchicken594 ============================== ✅ Other Videos You Might Be Interested In Watching: 👉 What Do Horses Love More: Apples Or Phones? A Unique Experiment | StuntChicken? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm4DHGsrg-U 👉 Captivating Horse Round-Up: A Showcase of Equine Grace and Power | StuntChicken? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9OdQq2ixcA 👉 "Mila's Secrets" - Unveiling Mila's Adventures: A Family Trip To Las Vegas | StuntChicken? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JX5x7UiCCO8 👉 Exclusive Preview: Mila's Babe Patrol Adventures In Hidden Tours | StuntChicken? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwXQx3qQ_zo ============================= ✅ About StuntChicken?: Laugh it off with Mila, a delightful actress turning everyday quirks into hilarious sketches. Our channel features rib-tickling comedy skits, sharp-witted stand-ups, and unexpected parodies. Join us for your daily dose of humor. 🔔 Subscribe to my channel for more videos: https://youtube.com/@stuntchicken594 #backrooms #foundfootage #surrealvoyage #dreamland #realitycheck #youtubevideo #storytime #uniqueexperience #mindblowing #strangetravel #quirkycharacters #weirdencounters #unbelievableencounters #youtubestoryteller #escapingreality CODE: S&1C$ via StuntChicken? https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCw_qXPC5lE0dsdBUMtY-kRQ July 07, 2023 at 12:02PM

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It's Day Fifteen of the Write Here, Write Now LoveFest, and we've got Samantha Jayne Grubey and her new-adult, coming-of-age romance ESCAPING REALITY.

Escaping Reality

Nobody wants to live without their best friend, but when Holly is murdered, Chlo has no choice.

Chlo is the only person who has the answers - too bad she can’t remember when she wakes up two weeks later.

Chlo is sent to a rehabilitation centre where she has to learn to grieve, along the way of trying to access her memories she has to deal with her feelings for Corey, her best friend’s brother.

For Holly was always a reason to stay away, now it’s their reason to try.

Buy Link: https://books2read.com/EscapingReality

Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/.../show/46131626-escaping-reality

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/SamanthaJayneGrubeyAuthor/ 

[b4st4rd-420]

it's okay

[memoirsandscribbles]

Selenophile. #selenophile #dailydose #instagramdaily #mundanelife #escapingreality #nightandday #moon (at The Greenery Bulacan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBAJhnvFAGV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bitchylittlepsycho69]

entry #1  - Him

Content Warning: suicide, depression and self harm. If you're sensitive to these topics, and you aren't a total masochist about it, maybe you should avoid reading this one.

this is my first entry.

 I want to know if other people feel the same way.  

         is it bad that he still says “kill yourself, look for a reason to” even if I turned a corner, stayed sober, stopped cutting, or had absolutely no reason to feel that way? It’s been since I was 10 that I felt the need to cut, the little voice inside my head saying do it, it’s worth it, you will be at peace, unfortunately I am not as selfish as I thought  and I think of my mom every single fucking time... I don’t really no what reason I had to cut myself at that age, but all I remember was the first time he appeared. the little voice inside my ear. Him.

   I wasn’t really a enjoyable person to be around growing up, always had problems with friends or my weight or just being able to communicate with people in a certain way, my mom used to say I was just quiet, but honestly I was being consoled by that stupid voice in my head

 ‘LIE, CUT, DON’T EAT, YOU WILL FEEL BETTER LISTEN TO ME JOANNE’.

 I don’t know why... but his voice sounded so soothing until you stop listening to him. then he gets violent and aggressive.  

 ‘MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE WORTHLESS AND YOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN JOANNE

 ugh shut up guy.  

 After I went into high school. He broke loose. I was my own demon for a while, I started getting into things I never did in my life, (drinking smoking snorting fighting getting arrested the whole shebang) but it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying it. I would drink or do drugs with my new friends to forget about what I’ve been through. like turning over a new leaf. but that was toxic. and on a daily basis I would drink smoke cut repeat. day after day it was like an addiction for pain and forgetfulness. After grade 9 summer 2012, he came back. stronger. he knew every weakness of mine, I am him, he is me. he knows everything now. just when I thought he was gone. he came right back.

  I got expelled. sent a girl to the hospital, was arrested, charged. you know it. after that I was sent to counseling but still didn’t go so, I breached my probation, twice. all I remember is that giggle that me and him would do when we would get in trouble do something ridiculous like spray paint the water tower or steal from tip jars and from grocery stores, just stupid shit. I loved the attention and so did he. but he knew my future. and at that time, I didn't. he was up to something. but 16-year-old Joanne, was fucking clueless.

 years are passing by same old shit just a different day and my life got boring so demon left for a while, I stopped cutting got into habits like working ffs. my demon left for a while when it was 2015, when I first met the love of my life, knowing I’m manipulative I did everything in my power to keep him around, sometimes healthy, most of the time not. but eventually that relationship came to came to an end and we lost contact.  but HE came back. angry. and violent, and ready to play. I grabbed whatever drug I had in my cabinet, took it all. drank until I woke up in the middle of a park on the opposite side of the city when I was just drinking by myself at home, got a 15000 loan and spent it on blow Xanax bottles and cases of liquor, I paid last 3 months rent so I could pretty much trash it for 3 months then find another dump to live in. I drank and drove everywhere sometimes I was black out and still was lucky to make it home. but I didn’t care. I’m ready to die. he knows it, and I know it. and on that day in June 1, 2018 we agreed with each other for the first time. he knew everything now to get rid of me. he knew the alcohol would stay he knew I wouldn’t stop he knows I wouldn’t get help.

 ‘Now its time Joanne. now there’s nothing more you have left, you’re 20k in debt, your family hates you your friends tolerate because you have the money, you had the stuff, but where is everybody now? you were meant to die alone. Just fucking do it’

 “Okay”

 After that somebody called the cops on me, they showed up and I was there puking and passed out, only I didnt have any cuts on my arm, pills and cocaine were scattered and mixed together vodka was all over me and I had bleach; unopened, thankfully. Now if that wasn’t rock bottom. Then there is definitely a lot more to come... because I’m still falling.

 got on medication, trazodone mostly, some anti depressants, but I wasn’t allowed to have to many, because I am a substance abuser. I could hear him mocking me from the distant “fucking pussy”. He would say it to make me drink to taunt and every time that happened, I would drink and drive, and guess who has a DUI now. After the meds started kicking in, he fucked off. But I stopped taking my meds right after. Is it bad that I missed him?

 He left and I didn’t hear from him until September 2019. But that’s another story. Thanks for reading.

  my depression will always find a way back. there is no escaping my life. but at least I’m not alone, I have him. he will always be there when you fall, to cradle you in your darkest times, to eagerly make you want  feel the endorphins breaking through your wrist, that feeling you’ve been thriving for, the art painted with a blade that you found in your dads tool box, the tears that you shed of every minute of everyday, the things you go through. he will be right where he needs to be. With you. Always.

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If any of you are going through something and need to talk to somebody or if somebody you know is going through something there are many support services that are here to help.  

IN CANADA:

Canadian Suicide Prevention Service (CSPS): French or English: toll-free 1-833-456-4566 Available 24/7

 Kids Help Phone is Canada’s only 24/7, national support service. We offer professional counselling, information and referrals and volunteer-led, text-based support to young people in both English and French.Whether by phone, text, mobile app or through our website, you can connect with us whenever you want, however you want. KIDS HELP PHONE (20 years or youngers): 1-800-668-6868 (Online or on the Phone)

UNITED STATES:

United States Suicide Prevention Lifelines are available 24/7 Call National Hope Helpline at 1-800-SUICIDE (1-800-784-2433) or the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255) or in Spanish, 1-888-628-9454.

Center for Mental Health Services (CMHS), of the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA), maintains a mental health services locator, which you can use to help find services, facilities and resources in your state. 

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[ciner18]

Coping / Escaping

We all know pain and we all have sorrow

Some try and replace what they lost

Many try to erase it all

Pills, booze, drugs: poisons that numb

You may pray to see tomorrow

While others hope it never comes

-ciner18

Ramblings of a mad man

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[allfakeeverything]

• in 2019 when I was going through a rough period in my life and all I could really afford to do was being in my own company with my own thoughts, I used finger painting to escape most of myself and my reality… guess art is always the answer… _________________ #FingerPaints - #RedPainting - #EscapingReality (at Schiedam, Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChUy-NOsyCe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[futuremarketer]

I think about how sometimes, no matter how convinced you are that your life will turn out a certain way, all that certainty can be washed away with a simple change in tide. — Lily, It Ends With Us #travel #travelphotography #beach #bantayanisland #escapingreality #wanderlust #travelph #travelwithme #sand #tide https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb6LW8bPZ4m/?utm_medium=tumblr

[appreciatingtheunknown]

How I ‘escape reality’

You may be thinking what an earth I mean by escaping reality. I mean taking a break from everyday stresses and situations, some examples of this are getting away from people and into the countryside on my bike, sitting alone with a good cup of earl grey (because let’s face it, tea solves everything!!), taking a train journey to anywhere, or exploring an entirely different country.

Escaping reality is a regular occurrence for me lately, I even find some escape by simply going back to my hometown to my home comforts. Anxiety has been an increasing struggle for me over these past few years. So, I have had to find these coping mechanisms which I have named ‘escaping from reality’. Solo travel I have found by far the most effective method. But for obvious reasons I cannot always choose this option due to my financial situation as a student. Some people see my coping mechanisms as running away, but sometimes that space, that escape is all I need. Appreciating your own company is a great thing to achieve. Only you know how you feel, so what better than your own company to help you calm down.

Solo travel is something my family has always been sceptical of, as a young independent woman. But one advantage to anxiety is vigilance, I am always self-aware in an unfamiliar place. Which also helps be soak up everything I am seeing and experiencing. My first solo trip was to Paris at the start of May this year, after a gruelling two-year long relationship where I was very much very dependent on my other half. I finally felt a sense of freedom and independence, so decided to take a short trip to Paris. Where I stayed in a lovely hostel, proximity to the Eiffel Tower. At first, I was a little frightened of staying in a hostel for the first time but as a solo traveller its probably the best thing you can do. Everyone was so warm and welcoming, I met some amazing souls and any ounce of anxiety was put behind me. I felt that rare connection that I rarely ever experience with people, but because they were there at the same time, in the place there were of course similar interests and reasons. That trip was a big eye opener to the world for me and Paris has become a big love of mine.

Another effective escape for me is travelling on trains, to me trains are the most relaxing mode of comfort. Usually everyone is in their own little bubble and you can hear yourself think. Also, trains tend to run through the more rural parts of the country, so it tends to be quite scenic. Which again, is another reason it’s a great escape because you are away from the hustle and bustle of a city or town. On a train, I can reflect and think about things, it’s also one place I actually enjoy reading and top up my knowledge.

Escaping reality may not be the ultimate fix to my anxiety but it helps. I can be one with myself, put my stress and panic behind me and sometimes even think up my greatest ideas.

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Gadis Yang Menari Dalam Hujan

Aku berlari kecil menuju halte terdekat karena hujan yang tiba-tiba turun. Kemeja kuningku telah basah sebagian, lalu kuusap agar sebagian air yang belum terserap sempurna jatuh dari kemejaku. Beberapa orang yang terlambat berteduh telah basah kuyup karena hujan. Kuedarkan mataku ke sekeliling komplek kantor terdekat. Mataku berhenti pada seorang gadis berkaos merah dan bercelana pendek yang sedang berdiri di depan sebuah kantor. Ia membawa sebuah payung besar dengan motif bunga berwarna biru. Aku berpikir sejenak apa yang ia lakukan disana.

Tak lama kemudian seorang pria keluar dari pintu masuk perusahaan itu, berbicara sebentar dengan si gadis, lalu berjalan berdua menuju halte tempatku menunggu. Beberapa menit kemudian mereka telah berada di depanku. Pria itu memberikan uang lima ribuan dan secarik kertas. Dan pikiranku menduga-duga sesuatu yang tak baik. Gadis itu kemudian berlari kembali ke depan kantor. Menunggu orang lain yang mungkin dapat memberinya selembar uang lima ribuan.

Sebuah bus kota yang mengarah ke rumah sewaku berhenti di halte. Aku berpikir sebentar, dan mengurungkan niatku untuk menaiki bus itu. Aku kembali duduk di bangku halte. Setelah bus itu melaju pergi, gadis itu kembali nampak di seberang. Seorang wanita kini ada bersamanya, berbicara sebentar kemudian berjalan beriringan menuju halte. Beberapa menit kemudian, mereka telah ada di depanku. Wanita itu memberikan selembar lima ribuan. Gadis itu mengucap terimakasih lalu mulai beranjak. Sebelum ia melangkahkan kakinya, tanganku telah menggenggam tangan kirinya yang bebas tak membawa payung. Sontak dia tertarik ke belakang dan segera menolehkan kepalanya.

"Ah Tuan, ada yang perlu saya bantu?" Katanya seraya tersenyum.

"Ya, tolong antarkan aku ke kedai di seberang jalan sana" jawabku.

"Dengan senang hati Tuan" jawabnya dengan mata yang berbinar. Aku tak menyangka, sebuah permintaan tolong dariku dapat membuatnya sebahagia ini.

Kami berjalan beriringan, kemudian aku mulai memperhatikannya. Rambutnya ternyata ikal dan ia mengikatnya sembarangan. Ia tak memakai anting seperti kebanyakan gadis lain. Ia hanya mengenakan sandal kusam berwarna biru.

"Kau, rumahmu dimana?" Tanyaku memecah keheningan diantara kami.

"Ah di kelurahan sebelah, Tuan" aku sedikit mengernyit tapi tak bertanya lebih lanjut.

"Lalu mengapa kau jadi seorang ojek payung?" Tanyaku lagi, aku sebenarnya takut untuk menanyakan hal yang bagiku sedikit privasi ini. Kugigit sebelah bibir bawahku menunggu jawaban darinya. Dia tidak berhenti berjalan, tidak mengubah ekspresinya dari riang menjadi sedih, melainkan dia sedikit tertawa, renyah, suara tawanya membuatku sedikit terpesona. Lalu ia menjawab,

"Tuan, aku menyukai hujan. Bagiku menjadi seperti ini, adalah penghiburan. Aku merasa seperti menari dalam hujan" jawabnya, singkat tapi ia sepertinya enggan menjawab lebih lanjut. 

"Kau, selalu ada di jalan ini setiap hujan?" Tanyaku polos. Entah kenapa gadis ini menarik perhatianku. Dia berpikir sejenak.

"Tidak selalu Tuan. Tapi seringkali aku memilih jalan ini"

"Baiklah, jika hujan turun kau harus menungguku di depan kantor itu" kataku seraya menunjuk gedung tempatku bekerja. Ia sedikit kaget, kemudian agak gelagapan menjawab,

"Ah ya Tuan, siap. Akan saya usahakan" jawabnya. 

  Beberapa minggu kemudian,

"Apa yang sebenarnya membuatmu memilih pekerjaan ini?" Tanyaku pada suatu hari ketika hujan turun. Kami berjalan beriringan.

"Pekerjaan ini bukan pilihan Tuan. Aku harus melakukannya, selain karena aku menyukainya" ia berhenti sebentar, lalu melanjutkan, "Tuan, apakah Tuan pernah berpikir tentang mimpi terbesar yang Tuan miliki? Aku dilahirkan di keluarga yang sederhana, tapi aku tak memiliki mimpi yang hanya sederhana. Bagiku, mimpi inilah yang menjadi motivasiku untuk selalu menjadi seseorang yang ceria dan bersyukur. Orangtuaku memang tak menyuruhku untuk menari dalam hujan, tapi inilah yang bisa kulakukan kini" ia menutup penjelasannya malam ini. Ia tak menyebutkan apa mimpinya yang tak sederhana itu. Namun beberapa saat kemudian ia melanjutkan,

"Tuan, aku ingin sekali menjadi pendidik. Namun bukan sekedar pendidik, aku ingin menjadi yang terbaik. Pendidik dengan wawasan yang luas. Aku ingin bersekolah di negara dengan kualitas pendidikan yang terbaik" katanya. Aku terdiam sebentar,

"Kau, berapa umurmu sekarang?" Tanyaku to the point. Aku sadar gadis sepertinya sangat jarang kutemui. Akupun berasal dari keluarga yang sederhana, jadi ibuku pun akan sangat menyukainya ketika suatu saat mereka bertemu.

"Eh? Delapan-belas Tuan" jawabnya dengan mata yang menyiratkan tanda tanya. Aku kemudian tersenyum.

"Oke" jawabku singkat. Ia tetap dengan tatapannya itu, seperti dalam hati ia bilang 'i have no idea what this man talking about'. Rasanya aku ingin tertawa setiap kulihat kembali tatapan matanya itu, tapi aku mengabaikannya.

"Baiklah, sampai disini saja. Kau istirahatlah dan pulang" kataku kemudian melambaikan tangan padanya dan berlari menuju bus yang sudah berhenti di halte.

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Selama beberapa bulan hujan selalu turun setiap malam, sehingga aku selalu menghabiskan malamku bersama gadis itu. Kadangkala aku mengajaknya makan malam di warung tenda pinggir jalan atau hanya sekedar menyesap wedang untuk menghangatkan badan kami.

Malam-malam itulah yang membuatku bersemangat menceritakan kisah-kisah motivasi untuk membuatnya semakin bersemangat untuk meraih mimpinya yang tak sederhana itu. Sesekali pada suatu malam ia menceritakan beberapa masalah yang sedang ia hadapi dan menanyakan pendapatku. Semakin sering bersamanya, semakin tertarik pula aku padanya. Seorang gadis muda dengan semangat yang tak pernah meredup dan keyakinan yang mantap akan janji masa depan yang lebih baik.

Musim hujan tak akan selamanya berlangsung, akan tiba masanya ia akan berganti. Hingga suatu malam langit sangat cerah dan begitu pula malam-malam seterusnya. Aku tak sempat mengucap pisah dengan gadis itu dan aku tak pernah bertemu dengannya lagi setelah itu.

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 Beberapa tahun kemudian,

Aku berada di ruang meeting saat mendapat sebuah email yang selama beberapa tahun ini kutunggu. Aku telah dipindahkan ke kantor cabang dan diangkat sebagai seorang CEO disana. Saat itu aku hanya menyodorkan selembar kertas dengan alamat emailku pada gadis itu. Berharap suatu saat ia menghubungiku.

Selamat malam Tuan,

Apakah Tuan ingat dengan seorang gadis yang menari dalam hujan? Andai kita bertemu, aku akan tertawa mengingat malam-malam selama beberapa bulan yang kuhabiskan bersama Tuan.

Maafkan aku yang tak punya keberanian menghubungi Tuan. Jika hari ini aku berhasil meyakinkan diriku untuk menghubungi Tuan, itu artinya perasaanku telah mengalahkan egoku.

Terimakasih banyak Tuan, karena malam-malam yang kuhabiskan bersama Tuan membuatku semakin bersemangat untuk meraih mimpiku. Karena Tuan pula aku hampir menyelesaikan studiku disini. Aku akan segera kembali ke Indonesia. Tentu aku akan mencari Tuan ketika aku pulang nanti. Sudikah Tuan bertemu denganku?

 Salam,

 Kanna

 Forssa, South Finland

 Sungguh, aku sangat bahagia. Seusai meeting, aku langsung memesan tiketku untuk terbang ke Finlandia malam ini juga. Aku tak peduli aku akan tersesat disana. Sudah kuputuskan, akan kutemukan kau bagaimanapun caranya.

[memoirsandscribbles]

Selenophile. #selenophile #dailydose #instagramdaily #mundanelife #escapingreality #nightandday #moon https://www.instagram.com/p/CBAy88El-KI/?utm_medium=tumblr