i keep making mistake after mistake i cant do anything correctly why am i such a failure
- “It’s going to be okay.”
- “I’m here, I’m right here.”
- “Breathe with me.”
- “I’ll help you.”
- “You’re safe.”
- “It’s not your fault.”
- “You’re not alone.”
- “Get some rest now.”
- “It was just a dream.”
- “We’ll figure this out.”
- “I’m glad you’re okay.”
- “I’m not going anywhere.”
- “There we go, that’s it…”
- “I’m not going to hurt you.”
- “You’re all I care about right now.”
- “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
this is all your fault
stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!
i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.
adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.
(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)
Me: hey you fucking abused me
My abuser:
parents be like i’m allowed to abuse my own children bc they’re my children and i think i know what’s best for them at all times bc Parents Know Best
thanks for the memories even though they gave me emotional trauma
reminder that being suicidal is a SERIOUS problem. i know this website has normalized the idea that having suicidal thoughts isn’t something that requires medical attention, but i promise it is and if you’re frequently having suicidal thoughts then it’s crucial for you to seek help.
Why did you do this to me?
i’m destroyed, i fucking hate you
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
Sometimes mania can be good.
It can be the wind beneath your wings as your mind goes a million miles a second- fast enough to let you fly.
It can show you the different paths of brilliance.
It can be like a burst of energy that gives you the energy to finish every project you have.
It can make you feel alive with color and light.
It feels
like a warm blanket
Like the gentle moonlight
Like a piano melody
Like love.
It can feel like you can breathe in stars and swallow lightning.
It’s the certainty that you can do and be anything you want to be, the knowledge that life is worth living.
But sometimes it’s not that pretty.
Sometimes it’s pacing for hours on end because your mind is going too fast and you can’t sit still.
Sometimes it’s feeling the need to scream because your skin feels too tight and too hot; constricting, limiting-you want to fly.
Sometimes it’s not sleeping for days and seeing people’s faces change into hideous creatures. Thinking it’s them. Knowing it’s them.
Sometimes it’s anger-
At others.
At yourself.
At everything.
At nothing.
It’s a haze of crimson and violet, a thumping in your chest, a hurricane in your mind. It’s the feeling that the ground is burning and you want to either soar to the skies or jump into the fire.
You want
To feel.
You want
To be free.
Sometimes mania is being torn between picking whether you’d rather drown in the depths of emotion or die of thirst in the desert.
“what did you eat yesterday?” “some croutons and vodka tonics”
4:30 a.m. already? i should paint
WAIT! NO! i should CLEAN my room and then cUT mYSELF
i swear to god if that shadow doesn’t stop ringing i’m going to flip a table
i am so angry wanna see me break this plate and then shave the side of my head without blinking or breathing
aHHAHAHahhhh
“no, you see, i need this particular shirt. i have three others but they’re in different colors and don’t have the pocket…”
S E X
“i also need paint and a hat and the complete works of the brothers grimm”
i can’t eat out because people are trying to poison and kill me unless someone orders for me when i’m not there or i go through a drive through or the food was pre-made or i order like nine things or
i a m v i b r a t i n g .
staring into the distance completely still because otherwise the world moves too fast
aHHAHAHahhhhHAHAHHHAahahAHA
put out your cigarette on your arm
The Delusions
“did you say something?”
“what was i doing?”
“i forgot”
i haven’t slept in four days because if i go to sleep the government will take away my legs
aHHAHAHahhhhHAHAHHHAahahAHAHahahAHhahHH
Bipolar disorder is fucking horrible it’s not just “oh I’m happy one minute I’m angry the next!” it’s literally hell let me tell you some shit:
Bipolar is getting excited and going on manic shopping sprees only to then regret everything you’ve purchased, and now you’ve lost interest in everything you’ve bought
Bipolar is suddenly crying for no reason, and when people ask you what’s wrong, your lack of understanding only makes things worse
Bipolar is suddenly becoming very passionate about a project, idea, or even person and then spending a long period of time obsessing over it only to suddenly lose interest
Bipolar is a messy bedroom cluttered unfinished projects and guilt
Bipolar is accidentally becoming too emotional around friends or loved ones and scaring them, pushing them away when all you wanted was to bring them closer
Bipolar is not having any set group of close friends, due to the paranoia of them talking behind your back about your episodes
Bipolar is lying on the cold bathroom floor in a friend’s house or unfamiliar place trying to calm down because you’re too afraid to have an episode in front of other people
Bipolar is being afraid to show your emotions because you know if you open up to someone, you might start crying or panicking
Bipolar is making too many promises during your manic states that can’t be delivered when you’re down and depressed, leaving many to think you’re “flaky”
Bipolar is not knowing if you’re reacting appropriately or overreacting to a situation because you’ve never had a “normal” emotional scale
Bipolar is having no one taking your disorder seriously, including your parents, who may or may not still think you’re just experiencing mood swings
tired
My body: we need food! water! PLEASE! WE CAN’T LIVE ON CAFFEINE AND NICOTINE!
Me:
you can find reassurance within yourself.
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THIS IS NOT MINE. If anyone knows the artist feel free to let me know and I will give credit. I just love this illustration so much.
you are more than your abuse
(also I’m aware I spelled trauma wrong lol)
cr: owner
I opened up yesterday about some trauma and it’s made it wayyyy to real