growing up in a house where speaking up always became an argument really does something to u.. eventually u just say “okay” even when ur angry or hurt. then u grow up & people think ur calm, when really u just don’t know how to ask to be heard without feeling like ur in trouble.
According to psychology, if you always feel like people don't really like you, it's probably not because they don't. It's because you subconsciously filter out
the evidence that they do. It's called social hyper-vigilance. Usually, it comes from being bullied, never fully fitting in or
growing up in constant Criticism. Your brain learned to look for rejection before
connection.
you don't realize how much being left out has effected you until you realize you're scared to participate in anything without someone inviting you to join in
The cruelest joke of ADHD is feeling intensely motivated to fix your entire life while you’re stuck at work. Then you step through your front door and instantly lose the ability to do a single task. It happens daily, and absolutely no one believes you.
have any of you ever been so horrifically mentally unwell that you constantly switch between wanting to tell nobody ab how bad it is and wanting to beg someone for literally any kind if help💀
@Mohammed_Aigoin I beg your French?! She's not dead? Tbh I thought this was going to be a prequel. (Haven't seen anything about this game aside from knowing it exists, don't smite me.)
@shaunlabrie@Isaac32622326 Tf does that have to do with anything? (Tbf I never finished the first Control game, but if this is her brother, I don't see an issue with him being a playable character.)
blankness is depression too. Sometimes it’s the purest form of it.
Sadness at least has shape. Tears at least mean something is moving. Blank is worse in this quiet, insulting way because you can’t even point to a feeling and say, that’s the problem. You just wake up and it’s like someone turned the saturation down on your whole brain.
You’re sitting there at 11:06, phone in your hand, screen glowing, and you can see notifications piling up like laundry. A text you should answer. An email. A meme. A friend checking in. And you stare at it with this dead calm. Not “I’m too sad.” More like “I can’t reach the part of me that cares.” Your thumb doesn’t move. Your mind doesn’t move. It’s like your thoughts are behind thick glass and you’re knocking and nothing knocks back.
People don’t talk about that version because it’s not cinematic.
It doesn’t look like crying on the bathroom floor. It looks like you standing in the kitchen at 14:37 with the fridge open, cold air on your legs, and your brain refusing to choose between two basic foods. Not because you’re indecisive. Because your brain can’t generate desire. You close the fridge. You open it again five minutes later like maybe something will change.
Nothing changes.
This is the twilight zone part. The in-between. You’re not actively suffering in a way that gets attention. You’re just not really there. Your body is present. Your personality is on mute. Your emotions are in airplane mode. The world happens at you and you don’t react like a normal human.
Someone could tell you good news and you’d go “nice” in the right tone, like you’re reading a script. Someone could tell you something upsetting and you’d feel a mild “oh” and then nothing. The emptiness is not dramatic. It’s clinical. It’s a room with the lights on and no furniture.
And it makes you feel guilty, which is the cruel extra layer.
Because you start thinking, I should be grateful. I have a life. I have people. I have opportunities. Why am I like this. Why can’t I just respond. Why can’t I care. You judge yourself for not being able to access interest, as if interest is something you can force with willpower.
blankness is usually your brain protecting itself.
Not in a heroic way. In a last-resort way.
If your nervous system has been running too hot for too long, or if you’ve been holding too much, or if you’ve been under stress you don’t even name as stress anymore, sometimes the system does the only thing it can do to keep you functioning.
shuts off the parts that feel.
Not because you’re lazy. Not because you’re broken. Because feeling everything would be too expensive right now.
you get fog. You get “I can’t think.” You get the feeling that your mind is a browser with 40 tabs open but none of them will load. You sit down to do something and your brain slides off it like a wet bar of soap. You try to watch a show and you don’t follow the plot. You try to scroll and even the dopamine doesn’t hit. You just keep moving your thumb like a bored animal.
And the emptiness has this weird physical quality to it. People don’t mention that either.
It’s heavy, but hollow. It’s fatigue without sleepiness. It’s your limbs feeling slightly farther away than usual. It’s your eyes looking at things without taking them in. It’s time passing in chunks and you don’t remember what filled them. At 19:22 you realize it��s evening and you can’t explain where the day went. You were awake. You were around. You just weren’t present.
Here’s the sentence that usually sits underneath all of this, the one that feels almost shameful to admit:
“I’m not sad, I’m just not alive.”
That’s what blank feels like. You’re not emotionally in pain the way people expect. You’re emotionally absent. Like your inner self stepped outside for air and forgot to come back.
The reason these days are hard is because they steal your agency. You can’t “push through” when there’s nothing pushing.
Depression is wanting people, but feeling too drained to reach out.
It’s missing your friends, while ignoring their messages.
It’s craving support, but having no words for your pain.
It’s connection that feels too heavy to hold even though your heart needs it.
It’s fucked..
People in the comments are so stupid mate, like... you tell her to touch grass and don't be a cry baby but it just sounds to me like people never experienced being asked uncomfortable questions at the very least or they didn't experienced social anxiety. Grow up bozos.
>turn off the tv
>uncomfortable? she's racist
Ironmouse is in a no-win situation. If she turned off the TV, she'd just be called an uppity racist instead of an sensitive one. Ironmouse isn't a racist, she's an easy target, and you can't give any credit to these two-bit arguments.
That stuff is genuinely so awful to read man. She was uncomfortable in a space knowing she was being recorded and watched by people who thought poorly of her. If she told them she didnt want to talk to them or even said she was uncomfortable in the moment the same people would-
For those who don’t understand MAiD wasn’t created for “convenience.”
It was developed in Canada so people who are critically or terminally ill don’t have to suffer endlessly.
You must be mentally competent, fully informed, and in unbearable medical suffering.
This is about dignity, not carelessness.
Stop twisting a humane law into fear-mongering.
#FreedomOfChoice #cdnpoli
@MugenLord Yeah no. The only time I pirate is when a game is just straight up unavailable otherwise. I never pirate new games or even games I can still buy normally.