“you fall in love too quickly and with the wrong people”
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When you’re being abused, being accused of something is equal to being guilty of said thing, and thus being convicted/punished. You can’t defend yourself either, as you’ll be invalidated/gaslighted/otherwise manipulated or threatened into silence or agreeing with the abuser. That, or your self-defense will automatically be taken as evidence of your “guilt.” Sometimes they won’t give you a chance to speak. Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’re actually guilty of said thing, and you just forgot because the abuser made you believe your brain is defective, etc.
This is all vile, manipulative, and scummy bullshit. Abusers are just trying to feel powerful and justified in abusing you. They gaslight and silence you so you can’t interfere with their fantastical delusions. And it’s usually over petty things too (which goes to show how immature abusers are).
I want to know if I’m the only one.
You ever convince yourself that you’re so annoying that you’re not allowed to post anything or text anyone because it’s so annoying and by some weird logic you convince yourself that even writing down your feelings is annoying so you feel like you’re collapsing in on yourself and you feel so awful and trapped and alone? because mood.
Just a friendly reminder that the brain of those who have suffered trauma is physically different than a “normal brain”. Trauma and abuse has a severe, long-term psychological and neurological effect. This is why you have difficulty concentrating, why you have trouble sleeping, why you can’t seem to stay focused, why you cry at the drop of the hat, why you’re not satisfied with yourself, why you think everything is your fault, why you think you’re toxic, why you’re full of regret and you don’t know why.
And get this. When you experienced this trauma, no matter how long it happened or how many times, your brain instantaneously made judgments about the world, your sense of self, and others. This is why you’re paranoid. Why you trust no one. Why you perceive things to exist that aren’t true in reality. It’s why people say you’re crazy, over-dramatic, or too emotional.
You may not heal in a day, but know this: it is not your fault. Your brain is responding to trauma.
I'm supposed to be asleep right now
But once again I'm in my room crying
Wishing that everything would just stop.
I see sooo many posts showing support for those who have abusive or absent fathers so here’s one for those of you whom have mentally ill mothers who didn’t raise you right because they couldn’t.
This is for you, the ones with moms that suffer from bpd, ptsd, anxiety, depression, addiction, etc. The mothers that always go out, and the ones that never leave the house. I’m sorry she kept you sheltered growing up because she’s afraid of the world. I’m sorry for every name she ever called you out of anger and all the crying fits she made you feel responsible for. For all the times she scolded you for buying the wrong thing or not putting the dishes away correctly. I’m sorry you had to listen to her as she screamed at you at the top of her lungs as you begged her to leave you alone. I’m sorry you can’t open up to her. I’m sorry she can’t see what a blessing you are. I’m sorry she can’t be proud of you no matter how hard you’re trying, but I am. I’m proud of you.
You’re doing great, and you deserve to be happy and to be supported. It isn’t your fault that she is the way she is and you can’t fix her. Whether she refuses medication or abuses it, it’s not your fault. When you start to notice her illness rubbing off on you, it’s not your fault.
You’re more than good enough and it’s going to be okay. I promise.
“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.”
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anyone else get in that place where you kinda feel like crying but no tears are coming out, and your sad but your not really sure why, and you just really want someone to hold you and tell you everything is gonna be alright cause you feel really lonely, but you don’t want to bother anyone with you problems so you just kinda sit there holding yourself in the dark.
Everything seems to be so hard. A blog about feelings, poetry, mental health and past trauma experiences and about living with it.
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