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#cw delusions
rigatoniiiiiiii · 1 year
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Even from a distance, I can hear her. Try to listen, but her whispers make my ears hurt
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meowticta · 2 months
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smile!
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cartoonscientist · 11 months
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so for some reason I’ve ended up consuming multiple works of fiction that center on the protagonist being inhabited by a different entity only to have a twist ending reveal that they were in a delusional state caused by psychological trauma, followed by them realizing their identity and ultimately recovering
when I look at reviews and comments, most people express disappointment at the “cop out”, comparing it to the “he was in a coma the whole time”/“it was just a dream” trope
but I argue that this trope is different because generally, it doesn’t mean the story didn’t happen, the protagonist still did all the weird creepy shit we saw them do, but instead of removing their agency with a handy body swapping plot, they follow a character with “scary” mental illness to the end of the story, and I think that’s worth a lot more personally
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artificialcaretaker · 2 years
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Daily Affirmations.
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[ @xrainbowxmusesx LIKED For A Starter! || Terrance ]
[ Dylan ]
This was getting ridiculous.
There were definitely days when the pain was worse, when he thought he could feel that infection crawling through his veins, where he remembered telling Ryan they needed to amputate. The buzz of the chainsaw was right in his ear, and he closed his eyes.
No, no. He wasn't even in New York right now. He was so far from Hackett's Quarry it should have been a reprieve.
His left arm quaked and he held his grocery bag tighter against his chest with his prosthetic, wincing at the pain that shot through his arm. Gasoline, he thought, I smell gasoline.
His other hand lost its grip on his keys and he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of metal clinking on the half-frozen sidewalk. Too much. He needed to get somewhere, anywhere else. His car was around here... Somewhere. Or did he leave it at City Motel? Memory didn't serve him anything, and he was starving for something.
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k0kichiimagines · 1 year
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sometimes i think i am a little insane
#thinking about when i was 14 and got truly convinced everyone was out to get me#i used to get the whole house multiple times i was convinced someone broke in and only i knew and it was my responsibility#and that my family wasn't my family theyd all been replaced or one or two and again i was the only one who knew and it was my fault#and also that every food was poisoned and trying to kill me#and everyone was secretly hating me to the point of all working together to mock me and make me think they liked me#and one day everyone would all gather to laugh at me#it sounds insane but no i truly believed this i would have panic attacks every day multiple times a day 😭#never told anyone because again i was convinced everyone was out to get me#ive had it milder since i was a child and i still sometiems get these insane thoughts but a lot less#sometimes i think im hallucinating#like smthing happens to someone and theyre fine but im half convinced im just hallucinating and theyre actually dead or kidnapped#i feel like i should put a tw on this ?? cause people who have delusions and psychosis it might not be good for them to read it#tw delusions#cw delusions#tw paranoia#i had no many nightmares#om that was a horrible time ive blocked half off it out#or i would be sure people would die in their sleep and have to keeo making sure they were breathing#or that my heart was beating i was waiting to drop dead any second#theres too much now i talk about it om i had so many other things 😭#its probably symptoms of some mental disorder but tbh idrc what 😭😭
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golden--flowers · 8 months
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It might make sense if I was a robot, of some kind, it would explain being unable to have creative ideas, and maybe my body and brain weren't made to handle this much stress and that's why, I don't handle it
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glitchdollmemoria · 8 months
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please can we stop describing bigots as delusional. please. im so fucking tired. someone being sucked into a hate group surrounded by others who believe minorities should be oppressed and encouraging them to believe in conspiracy theories that the rest of the group believes, is fundamentally different from someone having a mental illness that causes delusions.
delusions, by definition, cannot be explained by things like cultural background - such as having a belief constantly reinforced by intentional attempts to rationalize it for the sake of maintaining power over minorities. yes, someone can be both delusional and a bigot, and yes conspiracy theories can feed into delusions, but the two are not fucking synonymous.
i did not spend my teen years convinced that i was being stalked by demons just to hear so many of you people equate my disability with incel behavior and genocidal propaganda. stop reinforcing harmful connotations about mental health struggles.
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meowticta · 2 months
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had a psychotic breakdown again Yesterday..
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hellpupp · 1 year
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time for another thrilling round of "is this place inherently more Magic than where i was before, or am i becoming more delusional again?"
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headbuds · 2 years
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🎶 Making my way down town, walking fast, trying not to not become a puppet to delusions again (and failing). 🎶
🎶 I might just, switch with Jonah, and sleep until this bullshit ends. 🎶
-Adam
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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little dove.
a short comic about Ash and Snow's first meeting / how Snow got her nickname.
Snow's story
Ash’s story
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all my other comics
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cartoonscientist · 2 months
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sometimes I feel like we need to go back to having an oracular council of schizophrenics so we can answer important geopolitical questions like “is the culture and atmosphere of 2024 unconsciously emulating the vibes of the summer of 2012 and the summer of 2006, and is this an auspicious omen, simply a side effect of the arms of the time spiral overlapping like a plump cinnamon roll, or both?”
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c0l0re · 1 month
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"How would a melody describe itself when asked?"
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Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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surelymortal · 2 years
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Gonna start playing a new game where I go on Twitter and see how long it takes to find someoene calling someone they don't like "delusional"
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haighasdreams · 2 years
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Truly, I am paranoid about my ever inescapable mind. I heave and tug at the strings of my brain, hoping to pluck a sweet melody and relax upon the lilts of time, though all I can bring myself to do is clutch and tear at the wretched harp. I am not cute, or fun, or have any rationality about me. I feel insects instead of fur, hear bell tolls instead of the small clinks of porcelain, and see nothing but death around each corner. No cats. But still a wide and snarling grin stretched from ear to ear, gnashing, drooling; hungry. I am afraid. And yet as I clutch to the strings of my harp, they cannot be fine tuned to play a melody worth singing. Instead they wail in agony while my fingers bleed. Am I not worthy for my suffering to be beautiful. Anything other than this. Please.
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