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brokenfrombirth · 6 months
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🎶 Where were you when everything was falling apart? 🎶
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I hate myself I feel the sadness coming
Things will be different this time
I got a my 1st real job. Start march 11.
I hate myself inside
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sport-captures · 9 months
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I was watching last interview with Dele Alli about his last battle with mental health. That was heartbreaking. Because I know, how is like. It’s hard, when you have to pretend to be happy, but inside, you want to scream and cry. I know, how is suffer alone, because no one cares. And that was good, when Dele decided to speak about it loud, front of camera. 
And this is why I decided to speak about it, here. Because it’s important. So, when some of you will find a friend, who doesn’t feel ok, give him a hand. And let him talk. That’s all! That will cost you nothing, but believe me, for that person will means a lot. And will help so much.
On last years I was suffer so much for mental healh (this year is the worst), and that’s why I’m not active in my blog, like I used to. But I survived, because of my close friends. Well, my battle is not over yet. I’m still fighting for my health, but I’m not going to give up. 
And I hope, Dele also will never give up. Life is priceless.
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healingdigest · 1 year
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Even Joan of Arc understood where our battles begin...in the mind.
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criesatnight · 2 years
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The ongoing war of battling depression.
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ducktollers · 1 month
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best friends
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luyo-mi · 3 months
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🐙❤️
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inkskinned · 1 year
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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chellesorandom · 1 year
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The fight against my spirit and my flesh has been the most turmoil in my life
Wanted to stay, but even I can’t do that correctly, stupid title we all call Wife
Thewe years and it’s still haunting me like a ghost with an incomplete mission
How can a woman like me work in these conditions?
 
30+ age with the back and forth fight between love and lust
Please tell me how sexy and beautiful I am if you must
But we both know I’m really not needed, I’m just fulfilling your chocolate fantasy
And you’re just here keeping my sanity
 
Ashamed sometimes talking to God knowing the thoughts I have to face
Not deserving his love and grace
I hear the forgiveness but do I really believe it
Or is it something I have to tell myself enough to believe it
 
Now do you see my inner thoughts and my inner fight?
But that’s just the peak of it but can’t speak of it too much, the judgement of being right
Yes I am talking to you who watch my every move
And even when you over religious spirits see me trying, I’m still disapproved
 
God, you call me daughter, yours, but can you really look at me and not be in disappointment?
How can you look at me like I’m the only one, how do you NOT have resentment
But my small human mind cannot even fathom that type of love
Considering I don’t even see myself even coming close to that from this earth to above
 
Convincing myself I’m in contentment but still the pain lingers in my healing
I don’t think you quite understand exactly what I’m feeling
Catching every breath in my mental health from personal to the world’s pain
Empathic gift consuming me once again
 
Stepping away just to get a little break even if the world’s suffering is still there
But, oh, if I don’t say nothing the same day I don’t care?
Oh, but I do, more than you can ever know, say, or do
Excuse me if I don’t react the same way as you
 
Releasing everything from this poem I don’t want to hold it in anymore
You ask me how I’m doing? Well, here it is, every bone to the core
I am not perfect as you can see, I’m not hiding it, I just won’t
But the difference between me and you, I admit I need help, you don’t
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tangledinink · 8 months
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Swanatello's memory problems hurt me way more than they should Like wtf I read CAS and LFLS I thought I was more immune to this But no tears are streaming down my face at Swanatello not fully remembering his bros aUgh
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I offer you-- the first time Swanatello was able to recognize one of his brothers. And, in the same vein, the first time that Swanatello realized that something was wrong.
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moss-on-trees · 8 months
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DP X DC PROMPT: DISRUPTIVE SUMMONINGS AU
Some time after Danny joins the Justice League, his Rogues find out and whine at him about how he's "hoarding all the good fights and we're all so boooored, don't be stingy!" so they come up with a summoning rotation where he calls on them to help deal with the kind of threats that requires backup. The JL is appreciative at first. They are less so once they realise how chaotic Danny's reformed Rogue Gallery can be.
(Batman especially wants them all gone, they're so unpredictable he can't plan a strategy around their madness. Robin hates Youngblood with the fire of a thousand suns and has declared him his nemesis. The Flash wants Clockwork to stop bullying him.)
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brokenfrombirth · 6 months
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🎵 Maybe if I hurt myself you could be the bandage. I don’t wanna ask for help, you’d call it baggage 🎵
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our-ewblog · 2 years
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Dangerous | Be the Threat to Your Threats
Dangerous | Be the Threat to Your Threats
Dangerous by Erik Kruger : Picture Credit- EW Blog. Life has a way of throwing all challenges to human beings that threatens their peace, development and success. When faced with such threats and challenges, human beings naturally are forced to go into survival mode. In his latest book, Erik Kruger cautions against such a move of being a survivalist, rather he wants us to be dangerous to that…
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blee-bleep · 8 months
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ngl kitten, mommy nature is having a bad time rn
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lotus-pear · 9 months
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what is childe doing in bungou gay dogs😟
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criesatnight · 2 years
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