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classycookiexo · 5 months
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ayyliencat · 1 month
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Hey there, just needed to say something quick. ALL of this misrepresentation about schizophrenia everywhere is ableism. People that say “schizophrenia is spiritual”, “schizophrenia is satanic”, “schizophrenia is demonic”, “schizophrenia means that you have demonic entities attached to you”, “schizophrenia means that you are in spiritual warfare with demons”, “schizophrenia just means that you are going through a spiritual awakening” is just so frustrating for people who ACTUALLY have this mental Illness or suffer from psychosis. It all comes from people who don’t even HAVE this illness or experience these things. It is dangerous to tell people who have or don’t have schizophrenia/ schizoaffective disorder, people who are on the schizo spectrum or people who experience psychosis that what they are experiencing is real and is caused from external forces or that they are just in a “spiritual awakening”. Stop spreading your misinformation on this mental illness and do some research, your ableism is showing. This goes to all of you new age spiritualists that say “people with schizophrenia just experience the world differently than us” No, we are suffering from psychosis/hallucinations or delusions. It is a mental illness, not what your idea of what schizophrenia may seem like to you. I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, I’m not haunted or “woke” I’m mentally disabled, It is a mental illness PERIOD.
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xxrrisxx · 2 months
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There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt at least a faint, morbid urge to jump.
Stephen King
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‘Chronic traumatic stress disorder’: the Palestinian psychiatrist challenging western definitions of trauma | Gaza | The Guardian
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Waves 🌊
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Similar to waves crashing into the night.
Emotions stir and onslaught the serenity within.
The feelings build just as the water collects on the shore, wave after wave.
You try to divert your thoughts, feelings and emotions but they're always there swirling about.
Just like the ocean.
Waiting for your return.
Me
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angelbvn · 11 months
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if you see this, this is a reminder to take a break and not to push yourself to hard!! 💞
you can only handle so much as a time, and that’s okay. take a second to just breath in the air and re-center yourself. resting is progress too. acknowledging when to rest is progress too <33
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emiliehaunted · 1 month
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[𝐀𝐧𝟎𝐫𝟑𝐱𝟏𝐚]
For my project, I wanted to give voice to the protagonists who have to endure day after day all the conditions I want to portrait. In this case, I asked the model (who also happens to be a dear friend) to write some feelings or thoughts about living with it (I am trying not to use some trigger words so this pic doesn't get banned). This is what she decided to share with us:
"You don't do it for the beauty of it. Or at least that's what you say. You just don't know why you do it. No, it's not pretty. You are transforming into a beast that lives between tension and panic, because it is fear what attaches itself to your brain like ivy, what marks you with its dirty footprints. And then you start to reject what is under your skin, which is nothing more than your own existence. You live between guilt and guilt. Because the beast attacks when it feels vulnerated. Because you say you didn't want to hurt them but your muzzle is stained with beloved blood".
I personally felt very touched by her words, and I think she is really brave for sharing all this thoughts in such a public way.
Thank you so much @p4nt0cr4t0r4 for being part of this project, and for being my friend after all this years. I might not be the best at being present, but you know you can always count with me 🖤
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bhumble01 · 2 months
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(via "Melanin Women Equality" Mouse Pad for Sale by TruGrowth)
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queenpiranhadon · 2 months
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Click if you feel a little stressed today⬇️
Do you ever feel like you’re slipping?
Like you’re endlessly falling
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Maybe your mind feels a little srcambled
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your thoughts and words turning all 丅Ŵ𝕀ᔕ丅eᗪ
maybe you feel [ trapped ]
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Welcome to the bottom my friend, a place for travelers lost in their own mind.
And once you reach the bottom- you’ll see that you are not alone- there are other people are here too. ⬇️
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rivnedell · 11 days
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Tolkien saved me
Just some thoughts I need to write down / Mental health issues mentioned
Not the usual tone of my blog but I just felt a urge to write, sorry
Parental death tw
I'm marked with parental alienation. I was 6 when my mom took us three, her, my sister and I far away to escape. She saved us. But I couldn't understand the bravery and the strength she needed to do that, taking us, a few clothes and driving as fast as she could while he was at work, 900km back to her parents and sisters. We lived a while with one of my aunts then my mom met step-dad. My Dad in heart actually. Fortunately it's a tremendously amazing and caring person, and he helped us to go through the hell.
I was asked to choose between my (bioligical) father and my mom, well my father asked me so. He manipulated me to choose him if I was asked by social workers who do I wanted to live with. He kept insulting my mom in front of me, degrading her, and mocking her when I was with him. Then I was menaced, insulted, degraded, violated, forced to feel guilty about about everything, being under massive and constant psychological control.
And I still feel like I betrayed my mom when I was 7.
The hell lasted until I was 17 and half. I stopped going at his, and I could finally breath, make my studies away and my life from him. In 2018, I was 21, I reconnected with him, I tried to put the negative aside, but it became impossible. It grew as 'it's him or me' and I chose myself, for survival again. It just lasted a year. And for 4 years before he died in nov 22 I could live far away from all of this, far from him, no contact and that felt like a relief.
In reality, I just put everything under the rug and locked it secured.
His death brought back everything, even stronger than it already was.
It felt weird, because I guess I still had a tiny hope that he would change at some point, and that I could someday, be ready to face him and to tell him how much he hurt me, how much he frightened me.
But that will never happen. And all the traumatic memories resurfaced like I was living them in my present. And it's hard. What do I do ? Put it under the rug again and try to survive like nothing ?
No, I don't feel I wanna do this anymore. I'm tired of struggling in the dark. I'm exhausted. Exhausted of being on a constant level of survival mode, while I don't need it.
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All of this causes me to deal with CPTSD and its consequences. And it's tough to hang on.
I'm currently at a upper max level of procrastination where I am now feeling so numbed in and like a cocoon I am freaked out to leave. I'm freaked out to make actions, to make things happen.
Impostor syndrome, rejection fear, not feeling legit at anything in life, struggling with the simple will of existing. I do want not to stop existing, but I am afraid of fully existing, because of all the above wounds and fears.
But still, I'm avoiding life, while his death awaken in me the fear of not existing anymore.
Paradox.
And, almost, nothing is helping me hanging on, helping me wanting to bring myself back in life.
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All my life I've been hanging tight on Tolkien's work and Peter Jackson's vision to abandon myself into this fantasy land that is Middle Earth, to escape reality. The reality at home that was made of mental insecurity, psychological violence, control and manipulation. In my childhood I used to imagine myself fighting with legolas with a bow and going home in Rivendell after chasing some orcs with Aragorn, meeting Gandalf and Galadriel occasionally. All those characters are so engraved in me and dear to my heart. All this imagination, this entire world, mythological world, and languages seized me when I was 5. And I never let go, and never will.
Middle Earth saved me and helped me wanting to stay alive in a time I was crushed by violence and psychological pressure and control.
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But my child self is still rulling me, and I'm trrying to take my actual own conscious power back.
She (little me) used to be afraid, to be frightened, to be insulted, to be violated, to constantly be on survival mode. And she still is, rulling me according her methods for survival.
While.. I, the 26 woman I am now, does no longer need.
So it's a battle between me and me. Because I no longer need to protect myself from a menace that no longer exist, literally.
It's really hard to let go, I think it's the hardest thing I would have ever havr to do in my life. Just let it go and leave the past to the past.
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I feel alone and lonely sometimes. Feeling like I would annoy everybody with my whining..
I'm just sharing this with hope that it could awake something in someone and.. Though I'm feeling alone, I don't want anyone to feel like I feel so, I'm saying this to you, you're not alone, we're together, we're fighting.
It's not you're fault.
And to be honest.. I'm not gonna lie, it feels good to write it down.
Thanks if you red til here ❤️
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classycookiexo · 6 months
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wowser13-blog-blog · 5 months
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This is a form of appreciation towards these two beautiful beings.@misss-venom @stilllhumaan an and I got a on a live and shared interest in each others emotions, and shared mental support, confidence booster, and greatest of all #time with each other.
It felt genuine.
“You are a child of the universe, and you belong here” #Desiderata by Max Ehrmann
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beargyufairy · 3 months
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They told me all of my cages were mental
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So I got wasted like all my potential
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And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad
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I have a lot of regrets about that
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makosharknecromancer · 2 months
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For the love of everything you hold dear, don't believe everything you think. The brain can trick and deceive. Just because the thought is present , it doesn't make it true.
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giocentric · 8 months
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Today marks exactly five years since my first diagnosis. Yes, first kasi nag-iba iba since I jumped from one doctor to another. I vividly remember that day, that was Saturday. I was first year in college. NSTP was our only class on Saturdays and it's morning session. Right after class, I went directly to ICMC. I was really anxious because I don't know what to expect. I waited for an hour or at least two before my scheduled session. And when my name was called, my battle began.
During the session, I was asked different questions and I answered what I think were the right answers. I was silent all throughout the session because there are a lot of thoughts and questions running through my head. Am I considered insane? Will people get scared if they discover my secret? Then the session ended. Kuya and I headed home. Kuya went to my ninang, who is a Psych grad and asked her about my condition. Btw my first diagnosis was 'depression with psychosis and paranoia.' Unusual and quite heavy diagnosis.
After a few months, I transfered to Doc Joey. He diagnosed me with depression with anxiety. Then to JBL where my diagnosis was depression with psychotic features. After to MMH in Mariveles where I was diagnosed the same diagnosis as JBL. Then after, I was transfered back to Doc Joey when I took my second suic*de attempt in September of 2019, during suicide prevention month.
Fast forward to this day, I am still under medication with Schizoaffective disorder and still seeing ny psychiatrist regularly. I am also an incoming fourth year psych student. I've come a long way and for sure I have a long way to go to. I'm grateful for the strong support system I have through the years. I still cling on to that little hope to find the light after the tunnel.
Ps. I chose the photo because it was taken today. 🫶
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wanitabulan · 1 year
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Tentang kegelapan dan semua yang menyuruhku melarikan diri darinya;
Sungguh! Bagiku kegelapan seperti teman baik.
Ia mengerti aku; tak pernah menghakimi, ia menyentuhku dengan hangat, ia sering mengajakku bicara ini-itu-- juga mengajakku s e m b u n y i.
Gelap telah mengenalku sedari kecil. Ia membelaiku lembut, tak ada rasa sakit, tak ada luka; hanya ada aku dan kesunyian.
Gelap seringkali memelukku; rasanya teduh dan jauh dari seluruh yang terlihat. Disana aku dapat melihat diriku sendiri tengah memeluk juga bertarung. Gelap menjaga rahasiaku rapat-rapat. Ia dapat ku percaya.
"Keluar dari sana!" Suara itu terus menyuruhku berpisah dengan gelap, seakan gelap adalah hewan buas yang kerap melenyapkanku dari dunia! Aku sering menangis karena didalam sini, aku seperti aku seharusnya; tidak terlihat, tidak terjamah, tidak menyentuh apapun lalu merusaknya.
Gelap adalah teman baikku, ia sering menyanyikan lagu tentang pelarian. Jiwaku yang ingin terbang diajaknya berdansa. Gelap sering bersenandung; dan aku terlelap didalamnya.
Melinda Risa
Jakarta, 15 Desember 2022
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