Just Dissociating After Crying And Spiralling For Losing A Bunch Of Hair, Courtesy Of My Antidepressant

Just dissociating after crying and spiralling for losing a bunch of hair, courtesy of my antidepressant and lack of self care. Enough living for today.

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A Totally Unexpected Plan Ending As A Tool To Rediscover Your Sexuality And Dabbling Into Other's Fantasies

A totally unexpected plan ending as a tool to rediscover your sexuality and dabbling into other's fantasies as it made you tap into your inner dom is ecstatic, especially when you've been in a constant bpd depressive episode and stuck in every other aspect of your life.

I never lost it but found something even more exciting.


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1 year ago

This. Oh man, this.

Until you live with bpd you'll never know what it's like to be too much and not enough at the same time.

1 year ago

I don't want to do this anymore. It fucking hurts so bad. It's not worth it. I'm tired.


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1 year ago

i can’t see myself old, i just see myself disappearing across the years.

9 months ago

Tw: abuse

Just survived a couple hours with my abuser while casually chitchatting around family. I need to run away.


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3 years ago

Anger bursts inside of me as fire crackers under the moonlight, with a cackle first and then a battle cry.


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2 years ago

TW: suicide attempt

A year ago, tonight was the night, I tried to kill myself by overdosing on my antidepressant and antianxiety medication.

There are a lot of parallels between that night and tonight: I was alone in my room, I had smoked, I thought about how lonely I am even after being surrounded by people I love and who love me.

I was stuck in an overthinking loop that night, I just couldn't get out of it. My mind kept on telling me that there's only one way to end it so that's what I did. I tried to end everyone's misery (I thought I was a burden on everyone, that they would be better off without me) so I did what I did.

I ended up being a burden.

I got into emergency, then ICU, which was the loneliest I've ever felt.

After being at home, listening to my parents taunting me every chance they got, I kind of got better.

I'm not always happy but I'm also not crying my eyes out every night.

I'm just okay. Getting by.

I thought I'll cry tonight but nothing so far. Does that mean I've grown? Or am I stronger? Or I just don't care anymore.


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