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29/11/23 wednesday
Write it down...let it go.
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2023/09/04
#poetry#journalling#vent journal#journal#journals#art journal#grief journals#journal spread#original poetry#original poem#mosie’s ramblings
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November 4, 2023
"The sky is low, the clouds are mean,"
"I want to hit something. I want to die. And I don't know how to express either."
#suicide tw#tw suicide#suicide#suicidal ideation#junk journal#art journal#journal#junkjournal#gluebook#scrapbook#quote#scrapbooking#winter#november#2023#november 2023#das me#monochrome#vent#vent journal#i thought rly long and hard abt whether i was even gonna post this#but im feeling terrible and bad and i'm upset abt it and !!!!!!! i wanna yell abt it
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to little emotion people in my head: what the fuck are you doing
#actually mentally ill#mentally fucked#emotionally unstable#drug user#messy journal#vent journal#messy sketchbook#journaling
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8/11/23
TW: mentions of nicotine use, addiction, and relationship turmoil.
I never thought I'd use nicotine, not to the extent I've begun to. But then they took away my meds, and my relationship is falling apart, and the pack was right there. I had bought it months ago, a swift kick to hit just once or twice, to get my feelers back in reign. But the once or twice became a few times. Then once a few days. Then once a day. Then it was my replacement fer supper, and I'm forcing myself to scarf down whatever's been made for me to be nice.
My mama always said if you've got nothing nice to say, don't say nuthing at all. And for once, I wish I listend to er. The things I said to myself, the things my husband had to hear i worry about, and now everything is destroyed. He don't love me anymore, I can see it. I may be a crazy man, but I ain't stupid, either. I can tell when someone does want me around. My parents sure as ell made sure of that.
He's in love with his friend, and he ain't know it yet. What he says has always been their dynamic, was ours too once. The jealousy that emits from him now that his best friend shares in those feelins. Our relationship is a train, and everyone is watching it derail. I feel myself steering the controls, but I ain't know how to manage it.. I'm looking at him for help, and he's saying I'm being crazy.
But this crazy is different. I've talked, and it ain't just me who sees it. If it was just me, I'd believe it. But it's spreading around town. Everyone is waiting for the crash.
I'm picking up a second full time position, away from him. I can't sleep sometimes. I stay awake, thinkin. I stay awake, worrying. Why'd it have to be him? I'm just giving my husband space, but I know this train has a destination.
When it reaches it, if we don't derail beforehand, it's a wall. A wall of his feelings. Of everything he bottles up, and insists he don't. The force of the train is gonna make it tumble down, and neither one of us are gonna know what to do with what's on the other side.
So I'll smoke, and I'll smoke, and I'll wait for the wall to tumble down. And I'll prepare, brace my legs, secure the load, and wait. This is all just one big mess. I should've listened to em. I should've listened to my gut.
Imma lose this man that I love so much, that I've loved for years. And he ain't even gonna blink, because while I steer in fear, he's waiting for the relief when the train does stop.
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#♻️ realizations but traumatic#oddcore#weird core#odd core#weirdcore#trauma core#traumacore#childhood trauma#did system vent#vent post#system vent#dissociative#actually dissociative#journal#vent journal
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Everything We Should Have Said - Grief journals
On the left:
“Grief Journals
Grief is an easy thing to fight or to resist; but I found that when instead, you take the grief into your arms, and rock it, and listen to it cry, and just hold it, that it does not cause me as much distress, and that subsequently, the emotional cost and weight of the grief itself feels lessened. My grief is a part of who I am.
It's a part of my journey, and is a journey within itself. It seems like right now everything I do comes back to this process of listening to and feeling the grief very deeply. While this takes time and is also inconvenient and often seems unfair to me that i have to do this work, I also see it as a gift because without the prompt (the grief) I would not be able to do the emotional work relating to listening to my own experience, through this new lens I'm developing. It is a lens of understanding myself through an active reprogramming of compassion, interest, and curiosity.
So yes. The grief often demands my attention at inconvenient or frustrating times... but I know now that listening to it when it comes up, whenever that is, and devoting just a little bit of attention to it each time, teaches my brain that it's okay to share, and that someone is listening. That I'm listening.”
On the right:
spacewonderess (tumblr)
is anyone else just like. constantly filled with rage about their position under late capitalism and how we are expected to just keep playing this game that we know will literally kill us, is already killing people all over the world, and yet everyone around us is somehow fine with going about business as usual, with pretending we are free by being able to choose between different ways of being exploited. there is nothing more dehumanising than being forced to partake in a system that is actively detrimental to our survival as human beings, that is so physically, psychologically and spiritually destructive, and i don't know how to deal with this anger anymore
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i no longer know you, but the traces of who you were have journeyed with me. it's not fair to say you haunt me -- i've allowed this. i can't fathom it, but i've allowed it.
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I need to close out the noise
To rise above the noise
The noise that interrupts -
The noise that separates -
The noise that isolates.
I need to hear You again.
#junk journal#art journal#journal#junkjournal#gluebook#scrapbook#quote#aesthetic#scrapbooking#das me#angry#red#circle#vent journal
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VENT JOURNAL #233
I finally think
I am a good mom
And then I find out
That we could be evicted
And then it hits me
I cant even provide my son with a stable home
How the fuck am I going to give him the life he deserves
I’m so fucking pathetic
#vent journal#poetry#poets on tumblr#bpd#dpd#love#self love#severe depression#writers#poems#triggering words#anxiety#depersonalization#trigger warning#depression#derealization#poem#ed#bpd favorite person
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