what i say: i need a hug
what i mean: i need someone to hold me and not let go for 24 hours
i hate being high functioning and mentally ill like yes i can exist and i can do things and i can work but god i am so mentally drained i dont want to exist. why do i exist?????????????
also
exfoliator but for my brain so I can scrub out the trauma
i feel too much or nothing at all // from my journal
if you keep swallowing the anger back, it’s going to choke you
Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*
My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC
Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*
My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ....acknowledged
there's a weight in my chest and it won't go away no matter how hard i beg
“talk about it”? hahah, no no, I prefer to internalize all my problems so they eat away at me from the inside until I’m unable to function in any way
i guess. journal entry
I need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half
“are you okay” mf you’ve seen my blog you tell me
no i dont make sense so stop asking
me, looking back on it all:
turns out i simply cannot handle things or situations
Me: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Me 7 months later: seriously though its time to pull my shit together
*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy