- All That Consumes Us

Absolutely relate

January depression just snuck up on me 😩 and in a few days I cleaned my home, body, and soul. I shed my skin of last year and am rejuvenated and ready to conquer my next step of growth.

YOOO just finished dishes let’s GOOOOO

Shout out to alters that do chores/household tasks for the body. You are heros ♡

BPD culture is crying your eyes out at 1am because you can't understand why it feels like everyone around you hates you or why you feel like a terrible person even though everyone around you says you aren't.

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I hold my loved ones close. I remember the people I’ve wronged and the people who’ve wronged me - I’m fond of their memory now, inexplicably. Outside, a spring storm rages, lightning and thunder crackling across the sky but only a smattering of rain to follow. I turn the lights off in my apartment and watch it with my cat, staring, side by side. A lightning bolt momentarily blinds me, leaving an after image. A white fork in the sky, now tinged a faint purple-grey. I don’t believe I am happy, but I wouldn’t give tonight up for anything.

What if I just started going by a different name and pronouns and had different likes and ideas and memories and opinions and presented differently and acted differently... but like I'm still me though... no I'm not a system at all...

This has definitely been said before I feel it in my left kidney but

The reason we can't distinct what's symptoms of autism/or quite frankly any neurodiversity and what's effects of trauma is because society has not produced a single not-traumatized neurodivergent person.

I have a part who’s only line of communication is to say “I love you”. Its often accompanied by a feeling of comfort and warmth. Usually they use the body to say this when we are alone at home. Very rarely will they speak within the mind and its usually if someone is panicking and speaking with the body is unavailable. I really adore this part and the self love they bring to the system.

sorry babe i can’t come over. i’m arguing with the voices in my head about whether or not they exist again