i did the “safe space” emdr coping mechanism w my trauma therapist today and i literally just used a spare room in the men of letters bunker. like i didn’t have a real life safe space to imagine, so i had to think of a fake safe space, and i couldn’t think of anything safer.
thank you spn, for always being my home.
i will never admit this fact to anyone ever, the internet can know tho.
the days repeat over and over and over and over and over and over and over and when and over and over and when will this end and over and over and stop please and over and over
if what’s happening is what i think is happening i will literally just lose my MIND.
it’s like a race to see if my heart rate or the carcinogens will kill me first lollll
hey uh reblog if you’re a vent/mental health blog? I want more people to follow.
holding back tears in the parking lot of the community college because my mom called to tell me that my sister told college recruiters i was her hero.
taking the years of abuse for her wasn’t for nothing :’)
i give up on caring about people
:/ both splitting on people and stockholm syndrome are so fucking stupid. i want to rip my ribs off one by one and throw my heart at the wall and just watch it splatter.
pink bath, pink wine, pink vape, pink girl
words from howl by Florence + the machine
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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