#ptsdquotes

[imakeartwheniwanttodie]

[sadiahakim]

Being alone and alienated is the predestination of every thinking mind, sensitive heart, and empathetic soul.

Sadia Hakim 🦋

[chaoticthingsandthoughs]

It's an inner disaster that I can't tell anyone how proud I am that I only ate 1 meal today.

[checolorehaunanimabruciata]

ieri sera ero al telefono e ad un certo punto, parlando con questa persona, mi è venuta in mente una cosa e ho capito di avere l'ennesimo trauma legato a qualcosa che mi ha fatto una persona, è una cosa molto pesante che mi basta che sappia quella persona ma, a parte ciò, mi sono resa conto che più apro gli occhi su certe cose e prendo consapevolezza di ciò e più mi chiedo cosa avessi fatto di male per meritarlo, sapere che ora mi sento con una persona che vuole tutto fuorché farmi del male(che sia fisico, psicologico o qualunque altro genere vi venga in mente) mi fa sentire sollevata in un certo senso, non mi sono mai sentita così leggera.

[martinacollenderplaywrightblog]

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[asking-jude]

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[littleweirdsickness]

„what u took, and never gave back“

you took

all of me

when i had

nothing but

hope

you took

every little memory

i had

you took

my smile

my success

you made me

unable

to trust someone

no matter

how

hard

i try

you started

a constant fight

against myself

trying

to get better

for what

you

put

me

through

you ripped me apart

into

a million pieces

over

and

over again

you made me

suffer

for years

and

years

and blame myself

for

your pain

but i was

just

a child

i didn’t deserve

this

because

i was just

a child

and you took that

from me

[xx-sceemo-xx]

You drove me away..

You hurt me, used me, lied about me to others...

So I walked away,

And as punishment, you still manage to find me,

And hurt me, for no reason, every so often...

I fear there is no escape from you...

-Riley (they/He) 🖤

[intollerence]

april 22,2022 1:37AM

“let’s flash back into my mind.

like the pull of a trigger,

i’m gone.

memories pour out of my wound.

stunned, on the ground, numb.

the memories stain everywhere i go.

parking lots. apartments. certain drinks. certain smells. certain words. certain motions. certain body language movements. different vibes.

once it’s over and the wounds all cleaned up,

you’re left with the mess and the damage that gunshot did.”

-PTSD

[brokenheartedartichokes]

You didn’t break me. I came broken. And you deserve so much better than my pieces.

[imakeartwheniwanttodie]

[sadiahakim]

If you have to ever love, love things for what they are, not what you want them to be. It's in the love that changes people, that changes perceptions, that helps everything grow.

Sadia Hakim 🦋

[chaoticthingsandthoughs]

It's not as stimulating as cutting but not eating 24 hours feels like a win somehow.. does anyone has another method to set a strong stimulus?

[checolorehaunanimabruciata]

io con più traumi che anni di vita che cerco di sopravvivere mentre aspetto di chiamare a settembre una psicologa:🙂😐😭🙃🤞⛈🌞🌪✒📚

il mio cervello quando apro tumblr e vedo blog che seguo che rebloggano tipe prese a schiaffi:⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

io il ptsd mica l'avevo chiesto eh

[lettersfromjamila]

"And remember...bad times are just times that are bad."

-Katrina (ACNH)

[noplsnoplsno]

Nervous system reacting to the cortisol building in my veins

Muscles start to crawl in places I didn't know were possible

Eyelids shivering, mouth vibrating. My pupils dialation increasing trying to see into a different universe inexplicable to the human mind.

A portal

An escape

A table of memories laying in front of me. Neatly organized ready to taunt me one by one.

An everlasting dream made of the red drips containing stress hormone that I'm biologically programed to overproduce.

Was it my genetics? Some sick crossover episode where I'll never be able to escape my father's ghost?

Was it my environment? Permanently marred by the sight of bruises, the screams awakening me in the middle of the night.

A touch of the police officer who told me to escape while I could. Hand resting on my shoulder so gently as though moments before I hadn't been slammed against a wall.

As though the years before when I was thrown, berated, neglected, ignored, dirty, meaningless, were never to have existed at all.

The cortisol, the adrenaline, it all comes back in a flash. A single breathe taken the wrong way puts my nervous system into overdrive, my body battered psychologically, having the memories of that night being re-enacted in a way that I cannot control.