Quincey P Morris

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The people under the stairs

Is a film about a house a poor urban kid got convinced to rob for gold coins along with olde men.

The house once the get in is full of other boys who never escaped the greasiness parents of a young daughter who lives upstairs.

I heard the title of the story from a song by Mac Miller- the people under the stairs.

It’s worth watching any movie Mac Miller references in his songs.

It helps me because in the film one of the boys in hiding in the walls and I hear voices when I’m at home so imagining there’s actually people in the walls is a strange but helpful concept.

let’s talk about a ptsd thing that’s called sense of foreshortened future. i don’t see anyone ever talking about it here and i think that it’s important that people know that what they experience is nothing but another symptom of their mental illness.

So what is it?

Basically, sense of foreshortened future is a feeling or a belief that for some reason you won’t have a long and fullfilling life. You feel like you will die soon – or sooner than expected – and therefore you shouldn’t make any long-term plans. You try to avoid long-term relationships, you don’t have any career plans, reaching your birthday - hell, sometimes even managing to surivive the week surprises you. 

You feel like you’ll never have a normal life because you’re not only broken beyond repair but also can’t trust anyone anymore. It is an incredibly depressing feeling that makes you feel like there’s no point in… anything, really? Every activity becomes dull and pointless and you don’t know what drags you though life at this point.

I know it won;t make the feeling go away but I want you to know that this feeling is NOT a reflection of reality. You’re not broken beyond repair and you will have a normal happy life if you work on your recovery. making plans is not pointless. You deserve to be happy and you will be happy. Don’t let PTSD and its symptoms convince you otherwise.

Young nigga grinding

“I want to fill my mouth with your name.”

— Pablo Neruda