i hope everybody finds the right circle of friends and a good relationship, life is already difficult enough to be dealing with cheating partners and fake friends as part of your problems.
dude, they should at least rethink their life decisions because being a parent is not a job for everyone. my god, they are aware of how they lacked the basic qualifications and still forced their way through.
adults got no chill. they oblige you to show massive gratitude for being born without your consent. when they did nothing but to make you inherit all their ageless sufferings and unresolved traumas.
--- my ma's affection is a rope around my neck and she squeezes me inside of her; sometimes it is an embrace, but too often it kills me. there are moments where she becomes the most beautiful thing that sometimes i wish i never had to be born at allβ
my ma has the eyes of a wretched god and i think of her in all the destructive ways that the light flows into the fragments of things; how she drags with her the heavy weight of her fingertips everyday just to hold more, ---
--- if she understood what it meant to love better, kinderβshe would have done it for herself, and then for me. when i say that i am broken, a part of me speaks about my mother's inability to touch me more gently, without her grasp feeling like a bite. ---
A woman's brain cannot relax until she feels physically & emotionally safe. Many men don't understand how much energy women expend checking whether they're safe. Providing an environment where she can turn off that part of her brain allows her to truly settle into her femininity.
Respectfully, I donβt go above and beyond for people anymore. I meet you as far as you meet me. I speak to you as much as you speak to me. I include you as much as you include me.
i realized how emotionally independent i am. i never liked showing my vulnerable side to anyone. i wipe my own tears, heal my own wounds and keep it on myself because it is no one else responsibility to know what is going on with me.
it took me
so many
cries before i
became better.
but am i
really better?
then why does
it feels like
i am still
forcing myself
to be better?
like in every
sleepless nightβ
i consistently says
βi have to be betterβ
fear of communication is trauma based. you either feel like your voice doesn't matter. you think expressing how you feel is going to bring negative consequences. you're used to being silenced or invalidated.
I thought it would pass or I wouldn't care about it, but now I'm alone I am thinking deeply and non stop about it. I didn't realise just how much it would affect me. I'm hurt. I even cried, which I did not expect.