i’m burned out, i’m tired, i’m falling apart. every day is the same but simultaneously gets worse.
Just because I smile for you doesn't mean that I wasn't thinking about cutting my wrists open at the same time.
Now I’m empty. I have nothing to give to anyone. Except for talking about my pain. And since I realize that’s toxic, I’ve simply isolated.
Dear Body:
- I am so Sorry
rb if you didn’t realize you had trauma until years after it happened
I am not capable of healing. Every single thing that has hurt me and caused me pain or broken me in some profound way has distorted into this wound that bleeds at the slightest touch
Ok, I don't hate EDtok, but i hate their perception of purging???
Like I'm not cute when I'm done vomiting my brains out, thanks, im crying and heaving over the toilet, wiping splatter off my everything, shaky hands and dribbling spit
Shits nasty, not a cute aesthetic lil "put my hair up and pat my lips with a tissue"
I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
well explain me then, if starving is bad for me why it feels like i became a god
Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents