We Are Not Special

call me angel bc i should be dead

hey fellow trauma blogs, usually I don’t directly reach out like this, but something has been on my mind recently and I wanna know if other people experience this.

do you ever... forget that you’re traumatized? I mean yeah it’s hard to forget the event that traumatized you, I know, but do you forget what you experienced ISNT normal? or maybe not even that, you forget that certain event affected you really badly, and when you notice your strange habits or behavior you link it back to that event and remember “oh yeah! it’s because that traumatized me”. do you ever have moment of thinking you’re normal suddenly come crashing down when you remember how badly you were once victimized?

these are things I experience often, and I feel it could put my heart at ease to know others feel like this. it may even help them a little to know that while it’s upsetting it’s happening to them, they aren’t alone in their experience with trauma.

And happy and proud day of trans visibility! Although a little bit late :)

-Vent-

the shit your parents and your mind say man

“How could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”

Latin: Quam fias novus, si factus es primum cines?

Greek: πῶς γίγνοιο ὁ νεοχμός εἰ μή ἐγένου πρῶτον ἡ σποδός;

—Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1883)

HAPPY PRIDE!!!! Just in case we don't get to have one.

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”

— Kait Rokowski

I am not what they see