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#toxic family system
unwelcome-ozian · 1 year
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newhologram · 7 months
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You don't have to over-explain your trauma to justify limiting or cutting contact with family. It's fine to say, "I just don't like them." 💀
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calltoamentor · 1 month
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Learning to Take Up Space
Daily writing promptDescribe one positive change you have made in your life.View all responses We talk a lot about taking up space and knowing your worth in the personal development space, just as much as we talk around it in many recovery spaces. When your life has long been defined by one thing or one event, it is often hard to believe that your existence matters. That you matter. That the…
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willmagicforfood · 7 months
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I'm tired of being angry at people who will never know that they're the villain
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alicelilwolf · 2 months
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"Echoes of Teenage Torment: Reclaiming My Voice"
"In this poem, I delve into the depths of my past, where neglect and trauma shaped my turbulent journey, yet through the flames of anger, I discover the strength to rewrite my story and find healing, reclaiming the voice silenced by pain."
In the mirror's gaze, I see her reflection clearly,
That inner teenage girl, consumed by fear.
Anger boils within, a tempest of the past,
Forgotten wounds and memories amassed.
Each scar is a story, etched upon my soul,
The pain of neglect, taking its toll.
In childhood's grip, I was left to roam,
A turbulent sea, without a guiding home.
Thrown to the winds, abandoned in the storm,
My innocence shattered, emotions forlorn.
Betrayed by trust, in a world so cold,
Left to navigate, a path I couldn't hold.
My heart, a battleground, torn apart by strife,
In the chaos of my mind, I fight for life.
The shadows of trauma, haunt my days,
Fueling the fire of my turbulent ways.
Raised on neglect, a hunger for love,
But every embrace felt like a push and a shove.
In the labyrinth of emotions, I lost my way,
Trapped in the darkness, night turned to day.
The pain of abandonment, a relentless ache,
In the depths of despair, my heart did break.
BPD, they label me, a disorder they claim,
But it's the scars of my past that fuel this flame.
So let me rage, let me scream and cry,
For the girl inside who was left to die.
I'll reclaim my power, rise from the dust,
For beneath the pain, lies strength and trust.
Though the wounds may linger, deep and sore,
I'll heal with each step, I'll rise once more.
For in my anger, I find my voice,
And in reclaiming my past, I make my choice.
No longer defined by the scars I bear,
I'll rewrite my story, with love and care.
For the teenage girl within, she'll find her way,
Through the darkness of night, to the light of day.
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reynoldsnbauer · 10 months
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throughout the whole episode I was like “why is dee being so nice to mac and calling him a genius” and then it turned out to be dennis’s literal fantasy
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feralboo-the-weirdo · 10 months
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I want to go feral. Scream until my voice goes hoarse. I didn't want a family like this. I want to be angry. But I can't. Not safe. Not the time. Can't crack the eggshells. The Sunshine child wants to explode and finally let go of the outer shell. But they'll destroy their universe.
Maybe they've stopped caring.
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Me: I wonder why I feel like shit and have no energy to do anything
Me, a few days later: Ah, it was trauma processing
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actuallyverynormalbtw · 4 months
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having divorced parents is so easy like they both acknowledge the trauma The Other One gave me and i can play both sides talking shit about them and hey wait a minute why cant i trust anyone...
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piosplayhouse · 2 years
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Desperately printing out moshang pictures to show to mdzs and tgcf mains and shouting PLEASE LOOK AT MY BOYS! THEYRE A CANONICAL MAIN MXTX COUPLE TOO JUST LIKE HUALIAN WANGXIAN BINGQIU I SWEAR while they cross the street trying to avoid me
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cemetery-drive-sys · 28 days
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i hate having one of those like toxic but loving households, it makes me feel crazy for being upset :( - 🕸️
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unwelcome-ozian · 9 months
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newhologram · 6 months
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Wasteful to even wish, but I do wish my family would stop framing it as “you never come around because you’re holding grudges instead of forgiving*” and see it for what it actually is: being protective of my nervous system and health for once because no one ever protected me when I needed it. It’s about not forcing myself to endure major triggers and constant boundary violations just to “make an appearance” and people-please.
*Accountability amnesia: they’ve been forgiven over and over nearly 30 years and there hasn’t been change to their harmful behavior. This is them still wanting you to do the work for them. Don’t fall for it.
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calltoamentor · 2 months
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Grief is the Most Potent Teacher
"Time heals all wounds." Is wrong. Grief doesn't care. Time has made the loss bearable, but the wound did not close over and leave a tidy scar that I can tell a story about as something in my past. The loss of my mother redirected my entire trajectory.
Daily writing promptWho was your most influential teacher? Why?View all responses “Time heals all wounds,” The old adage insists. “One day, being without them will not seem so glaringly noticeable.” Well on this, the eighth year to follow the loss of my mother, I can assure you that this is simultaneously true and false. Time has made the loss bearable, but the wound did not close over and…
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smashing-yng-man · 2 years
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I don't have time for toxicity, unless it's the System Of A Down song or album.
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connieaaa · 1 year
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Siblings: We are all terrible at communication.
Me: Speak for yourself. I am good at communicating and you were taught to ignore me.
Siblings: wut?
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