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Chronic illnesses.
ED/SH/Catatonic Major Depression recovery.
Mercy Multiplied grad (10-14-14).
Timberline Knolls alumni 2016.
Cats. Cities. Bands.
Believe in God.
Free mind.
Keep The Faith.
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No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.
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watch this 💗
I had a tug.
This isn’t for anyone to agree or disagree.
It’s not for a debate.
This is for me. And maybe someone else.
Whether they decide to make it a public or private feeling.
It’s just what I needed to get out.
http://behindsomethingbeautiful.blogspot.com/2016/11/what-election-is-for-me-with-ptsd.html?m=1
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I am painfully aware that I am no one’s favorite person
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no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life
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i want someone to ask me what’s wrong and let me vent to them but even if they ask, i just end up saying i’m fine and i turn the conversation around onto how they are
i want someone to hug me tightly and let me sob into their chest and not let go until i’m okay because it’s so fucking hard trying to handle all of this on my own
i want people to help and i want to tell them just how shitty and difficult everything is but the reality is that i can’t open up to people because my problems are not valid or worthy of attention and talking about it makes me feel like i’m manipulating everyone
other people have it worse which means i should just suck it up and be grateful that i have things like food, clothes and shelter. but oh my god, i am just SO fucking miserable. i would give anything to just be happy, to not wake up disappointed that i didn’t die in my sleep, to not spend every day crying and shaking with anxiety and thinking about hurting and killing myself
i want to be calm, happy and at peace. i feel like i’m at war with my brain and it’s so draining, so exhausting and i feel like the most pathetic, worthless person in the world
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i don’t see the point of caring anymore, every time I start caring, I always ended up hurting myself, it never gets better, it gets worse, and my hearts keep shattering. over again and again .
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