i was trying to better understand my fear of men, and then i realized it’s like
when you touch a stove your brain remembers it’s hot and so you are afraid of touching stoves
but my brain messed up somewhere along the way, and im afraid of the whole damn kitchen.
““there is a sickness developing deep within my heart because of what you did to me, and i worry that i will never recover.””
— a book that’ll be too hard to write
talking about your feelings is SO important I won’t do it but u guys definitely should
“I am tired of pain. This thing that’s necessary, inevitable and leaves too many scars. I am tired of being so sensitive to anything that triggers my wounds to bleed.”
— Juansen Dizon, Tired human
*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy
My trauma didn’t make me soft. It made me distant. Angry. Distrustful. Bitter. Never soft. What they did was never soft.
i love alcohol so much im not sorry