#end the cycle

[howtomakeyousee]

[itsfreyarussell]

Stop pressuring survivors to report. That’s all. That’s the post. Stop it!

[fullpenguincupcake]

Delay, deny, depose: lessons for the new year

In the world of healthcare, delay stalls justice, deny erodes trust, and depose dismantles accountability; reminding us of the courage needed to confront broken systems. As we step into the new year, may we resolve to demand transparency, prioritize compassion, and ensure that every life receives the dignity it deserves. Change begins when we refuse to let the cycles of delay, deny, and depose define our future.

[howifeltabouthim]

'To understand a parent's love, you have to have kids yourselves.' 'It's too risky. You have no idea what kind of monster will pop out of you.' Ivy knew what kind of blood ran in her veins. It was no kind to pass on.

Susie Yang, from White Ivy

[maingardeningtool]

I refuse to live in a house where I'm on eggshells for existing and am waiting for the crack because the tension is unbearable. The pattern will end with me and that's a promise.

[pisceanpharies]

[aleck-le-mec]

I’ve recognized a pattern in my life where I get into relationships and then for some reason I’m unable to fulfill my partner’s needs. Idk what it is but there’s a piece of me missing, the piece that’s capable of caring for others and it sucks. So for that reason I don’t think I’ll date really anymore that is until I find someone else with the same problem as me or someone I genuinely would do anything for. I don’t want to continue hurting people just because I refuse to recognize that there’s something different about me and the way I love. If I never find someone like that then that’s fine many people live their lives single and happy so can I. Now none of this is negative self talk either this is me recognizing my issue and making sure I can protect other people from it. I don’t think I’m evil or not worthy of love, if I were evil I’d continue to break people and I’m worth love just not romantically.

[flogisto]

big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

[wanderingwoodsprie]

It was your birthday yesterday

I didn’t call

The day was spent in denial and guilt

Festering into fear and anxiety

Another checkmark against me

Ideas of your revenge

I didn’t call

Clock hands moved yet I was fine

Why was my heart racing, looking out windows listening for the sounds of you

I didn’t call

I grew wildflowers in the spaces left from your thorns

Another piece of the body size cavity you created inside me collapsed

Sealing myself off from even you

The mine shaft you created out of my psyche

The one you spent chipping and chipping away at

Blowing tunnels out of my heart with abuse for 28 years

Caved in on you

Preventing any way

No admittance, danger ahead

Toxic waste and unstable foundations type of danger

Best wishes to the next traveler to come along

I didn’t call

I didn’t text

Almost 1 year

Instead of another wound.

I choose to bloom.

[77redflag77-blog]

So much in here applies to me…

"Punishment works!!!" We're drowning in three to four generations of people so pants-shittingly terrified of ever being wrong that half of everyone has constructed a worldview wherein they never even consider the possibility that they could be wrong and the other half behaves like one wrong move will make anything or anyone explode violently into a million irreperable pieces. I don't think it works guys

[thesensitiveleo]

i had to consciously accept that i can’t be in limbo with certain people no matter how much i want to help them or love them.

[strangledbunny]

[squllbaq]

there was a time when i knew the names of many bugs. now, i know only the name of death. in a more perfect world, i’d worry not for the reaper’s coin purse, but for the katydids and locusts.

[jamjoob]

"To my dear Galinda"

[kickingitwithkirk]

[quixoticprince]

Remember how Miss Pauling said she'd spent her whole life to help the administrator....

She didn't even know what she was helping with, but she wanted to be by her side, until she learned how deeply personal and self destructive the whole thing was... and in the end there never was going to be a 'place' set for her :^(

I'm so sorry Flo 😭