#dysfunctionality

[battling-my-demons]

I feel like I was set up from the moment I was born. I was made to fail. I have nothing. Nothing good about me. No brains and not good looking and incredibly bad luck. I hate myself. Everything about me is worthless. I am worthless.

[emergencylifeadvice]

Everything and Nothing. All at once.

[family-trauma]

I have heard and faced these comments alot. When an individual becomes emotionally aware about how abuse and trauma are being spread within the household, they automatically turn into the black sheep - the so called outcast - because they don't easily comply with the injustice.

Acknowledging that abuse is occurring within your own home is hard enough but realizing that it's being done by those who you grew up with and assumed to love you unconditionally - your family - has been one of the hardest facts to come to terms with.

There's a healing process, but a very difficult one!

[sleepy-bebby]

[relatably-depressed-n-anxious]

[muffinwalloper]

Albus and Gellert at couples therapy, Part II

Albus: You threatened me not to get in your way.

Gellert: You know I didn't mean that, I could never hurt you.

Albus: You sent my nephew after me to kill me!

Gellert: Exactly, because I could never hurt you.

Albus:.....

Therapist: ....so, Mister Grindelwald, do you want Mister Dumbledore to join you or do you want him dead?

Gellert: Of course, I want him to join me. But he refuses everytime I ask.

Albus: Maybe that's because you plan to overtake the magical world and kill every Muggle you set eyes on!

Therapist: We've been through this; blaming is neither helpful nor productive.

Gellert: You divorced me in front of the entire magical world, in front of that Scamander boy!

Therapist: Who is Scamander?

Albus: (sighs) Nobody.

Gellert: Like hell! I see the way he looks at you!

Albus: You really have the nerve to be jealous now?!

Gellert: (huffs) Oh please, that boy is a joke compared to me.

Albus: At least, he doesn't kill people!

Therapist: Again, with the blaming! Why don't we talk about your fear of losing him, Mister Grindelwald?

Gellert: Fear? I fear nothing! I will rule the magical world very soon.

Albus: See? Delusional!

Therapist: And would ruling the magical world make you happy, Mister Grindelwald?

Gellert: (freezes) ... I don't understand the question.

[shvdow999]

[mychildhoodtraumablog]

My body and soul were so tired of hating my parents. The unending song of outrage, disappointment, disgust, and self hatred grew to be too loud. And I was so afraid that letting go of my hate would make me weak. Would I become an easier target? Did I give them a free pass?

No, I chose forgiveness for me. I did it for me.

It is not in my nature to carry hatred with me. I am not that person anymore because I choose to be better. I choose to be free of that burden. I am a victim of childhood abuse, both physical and psychological. The triangulation to isolate sisters and gaslighting to the point of complete loss of self will not work anymore.

I say no and draw a line in the sand. No more.

The people who were supposed to love and protect me were my abusers. They don’t even fully understand what they did or why it was wrong. The semantics don't matter.

I am here. I am safe. I choose to heal.

[rosered-schneeweisschens-sis]

“Indeed, the more you study dysfunctional behaviors, the more convinced you become that most of us have weird brains, and those who appear not to just haven’t exposed their own brains to the kinds of stress, relatives, or Japanese animation that will reveal their mental dysfunction.”

— Michael I. Bennett MD and Sarah Bennett, F*ck Feelings

as an anime lover I think I should be feeling attacked, why did I burst out laughing instead?

[wronggalaxy]

Giving up a mom is so much harder than a dad.

My father is just some guy that had sex on Halloween a decade and a half ago. But, my mama?

She grew me. She held me IN HER BODY for nearly a year, at 18, until I was strong enough to survive on my own. She spent 40 hellish weeks of cravings and bladder problems and gaining a hundred pounds just to end it by being cut open then stapled back together by a traveling doctor she had never seen before and never would again.

And after all that torture, what did she do? Did she run as soon as she could walk, leaving me in the hospital nursery? Did she drop me off at my papaws for him to raise? Did she leave me in one of the numerous woods where anything could kill me?

No. She fed me, clothed me, cleaned me. Maybe I was emotionally neglected by her, and completely neglected and abused by my father, but she physically cared for me. Reconnected with her dad so I could have a papaw, ignored the fact that my father was married so I could grow up with my half siblings, eventually went to college to give me a sliver of a chance of survival.

She is so smart and beautiful and kind and sweet. I love her more than anything on this planet.

But she would despise me if she knew the truth.

And she still emotionally neglected/abused me.

And let my father physically neglect/abuse me.

I'm not sure if it's true, but I heard somewhere once that babies don't learn they're separate beings from their birthing parent until they're 6 months. I'm not sure I ever did.

I can feel her in me—in my skin and veins and stomach and ears. She flows through me.

I just want my mommy to love me again.

[battling-my-demons]

Tell me how dysfunctional and unhealthy your family is. I'll start:

My parents called me useless because I got their sandwich order wrong. My dad said I no longer had food stamps so I was no longer valuable to him and I should leave. My mom said that the house wasn't my home no more and kicked me out. Yay! I've been at the park for the past 4 hours just staring at the sky. Just how the cookie crumbles 😖.

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

Family Portrait - P!nk

Who: Octavia (mostly)

Bonus:

[immaculatasknight]

Canada gone crazy

[family-trauma]

This is totally true!! It's a waste of time and energy majority of the time to try to change someone. Emotionally immature individuals are sometimes pointless to even try to talk to or convince to see their point of view. When you care of someone who has these setbacks, it's really hard to tell yourself that it's worth spending time on them to help them see differently. 😞

[daimonpriestess]

Do Angels and Demons get along?

Not in My case...though I'm sure some do.

So I did a reading with Asmodeus today about last night, which I regret doing a reading with the Angels now especially Gabriel...😅

In a nutshell I haven't "worked with" Gabriel (or Jesus/God) for 2 years, I didn't even know I was back then tbh I just thought I had watched too much Supernatural 😂

Then I had a feeling that he wanted to communicate via a friend so I reached out and...did not like what I heard, I don't like being coerced let's just leave it at that.

Maybe it was an imposter? But given Asmodeus response I think not. So aside from telling me I can let go of the past and past lives concerning them and religion, he also gave me The Karmic and Soul ties cards...I doubt it's good karma either (or if it is it's the safe coddling kind) then after other personal messages. I drew My Unstable Unicorns cards.😂

Basically Gabriel was being annoying, "Spewing Poison" and Asmodeus had to swiftly come in to fix what was broken. On a fertile baby making note, The Angels want to "shake things up and create a damn Narwhal" which the Demons (especially Az) would rather reset to a "Dark Unicorn." 😆 Of course I get a say but since I would rather have a black unicorn then a narwhal (even though they're cute) we're in agreement 🤣😉

Also to Asmodeus personally, I know I have choice but I would never willing choose to be with an Angel over you not now (unless It's Lucifer jk) we have too much history 😊🧡💋

[rtcinnamin]

Burdened Candle

A flame, brightly burning

First a gust of wind sent from the Gods, it flickers

It survives, barely, worrying the Gods

They lock it inside

They stop relighting it, the brightness constantly dim 

It finds its wick has been broken

The Gods blame the dimness on it but the flame knows it’s not

The flame, though still dim, tries its hardest to be bright, burning day and night

In the relaxing periods, it tends to its wick, having fun with it

The Gods don’t like this 

They restrict the air more and more till the flame is but barely visible 

It almost extinguishes

It wishes Zeus and Hera would leave it and give it to the other Gods 

But they won’t, not until the wax hardens.