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I just want to be small enough that he feels the need to protect me
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don't stay too long
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I was doing so well recently and now all I can think about is my ugw. I've lost 3lbs this week and the sense of self worth I feel right now is amazing, I just wish I could feel it from something positive instead
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It’ll all be over soon. Please stay alive until then.
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I think a big part of my ED has to do with people pleasing.
I feel like I have to be skinny enough that I'm seen as small and in need of protection, but also I need enough muscle to be viewed as attractive.
I also have to dress well, smell nice, have good posture, be polite, don't be messy when I eat, don't take up too much space, be agreeable but not so much that I'm seen as a pushover.
There are so many things that I try to achieve at a high standard and it can be exhausting.
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do you feel safe yet?
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This
no bc i’m genuinely so fucking lonely rn i need to have the shit beaten out of me just for the physical contact
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Recently I've realized that I'm actually extremely delusional.
There's a voice inside my head that is able to convince me of almost anything if it means the painful experience/memory stops.
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I had a full blown asthma attack the other week and while in the ambulance on the way to the hospital the voice started telling me that I could breathe and absolutely nothing was wrong.
And so even as I was gasping for air I couldn't comprehend the situation anymore and it all seemed extremely dramatic considering I was "fine".
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do you want to remember?
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I'm scared of recovery. I feel guilty saying it, but it's true.
The idea of being constantly grounded in reality and feeling my entire body as one single being is terrifying.
I don't know how to live in a world that isn't fuzzy or dreamlike.
I find genuine comfort in being able to float away and not feeling like I exist in any sense of reality.
Being dissociated on some level 24/7 feels safe to me, I don't want to "get better".
Does anyone else feel this way?
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none of it was real. none of it was real. none of it was real.
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I hate the fear that comes with being traumatized.
Not feeling safe with anyone, ever, not even your parents who were supposed to protect you when you were a child.
Being too afraid to close your eyes in your own home or turn your back to an open door.
The daily heart palpitations and fatigue from being in a constant state of hypervigilance.
Jumping badly at every tiny sound so much that it feels like you're being electrocuted.
Existing with trauma is exhausting.
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It's time to come home.
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