Writer-dreamer-survivor-blog - Writer. Dreamer. Survivor.

I love the weirdly specific rules that go with answering a riddle. Like, “I Have Two Eyes But I Cannot See: What Am I?” And the answer’s supposed to be the word ‘iridescent’ because ‘two *i*’s’ right, but like. Why can’t the answer be like… A guy with really bad cataracts. Someone wearing a blindfold. My uncle’s dog. Like why does it gotta be deep

There is nothing new under the sun.

some DID things i wish someone had told me sooner

tumblr is not a resource.

dissociation isn’t spiritual.

systems aren’t spiritual either.

other people won’t usually notice you switching but sometimes you won’t  notice yourself switching either.

you don’t have to know who was fronting at all times.

alters can influence you even if they’re not currently fronting (re: passive influence).

sometimes you won’t realize when an alter is co-con with you, other times you will but you won’t know who.

it’s ok if you don’t know who you are.

it’s ok if you don’t know how many alters you have.

your alters don’t have to have their own names.

it’s common to not know every little detail about your alters.

it’s also common to not have good system communication.

persecutors are traumatized, not evil.

every part of you deserves a chance to recover and be happy. treat your alters kindly.

you don’t have to identify as multiple people just because you have DID.

alters are parts of one whole.

you don’t have to have a system name.

you don’t owe anyone anything about your alters or trauma (but you should consider sharing with a therapist).

it’s ok to not know everything about your system.

it’s ok to be confused about a lot of things.

DID is confusing.

and steal their gold, then give it to the poor so that they can afford weapons to kill the rich and give them to  you (the dragon) to eat

A friendly reminder from your local dragon to eat the rich

Accepting Myself

I struggle with self-acceptance, as I’m sure many of us do. There are sides of me that I hate, things that make me sick. But I can acknowledge these things, understand that as of right now, they are a part of me - and from there, I can work on overcoming them. 

These are things I would like to share with you, and maybe one day I will, but as of right now, they are private to me. The reason I want to share these things is so that those who struggle with it know that they are not alone, that there are others out here who are facing the same things. 

With my security in who I am, I can now work on my other insecurities. My body, my voice, etc. Things I am self conscious about, and that I don’t like about me. We can all work together for self acceptance, and when I get better I promise I’ll pull all of you up with me. 

If ur a girl who loves other girls, supports girls loving other girls, or wants to save the bees reblog this

This morning passes as slow as the clouds crossing the sky 

Sometimes the wind picks up and it scurries on past 

For the most part though, it drags by 

A slow winter wind in a cold classroom

The drone of a teacher whom most would consider nice

He is simply energetic and draws from me too much 

I wonder if he draws from the other students 

Do they feel the effects of it the same way I do? 

I don’t know but I sit in the cold room 

Feeling as frozen as the morning dew in January 

And I wait for the day that I don’t have to return to this place

This cold, desolate place that haunts me

the secret cheat code for women is realizing you dont have to date men

y’all: peter was able to stop bucky’s fist in civil war bc bucky heard peter’s voice, realized he was a child, then weakened his punch bc he was so worried about hurting a child uwu

me, eating pistachios: y’all know peter can canonically lift up to 75 tons, right. y’all know bucky’s fist is easy as hell for peter to block, right. y’all know bucky didn’t know shit about peter being a child and was just shocked that someone was able to so easily block his punch, right. y’all know that, right.