Never Thought I'd Be 33 And Ruin All My Friendships And Relationships While Dealing With My Mental Illness.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

— Maya Angelou

Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.

bpd culture is binge eating bc u subconsciously hope its gonna fill the emptiness, u know it wont but ur desperate

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I've survived a lot of terrible things and mistreatment and the mental illnesses I deal with. I ran away from so many places and burned all my bridges and now I have only myself to blame for it.

I wish I could keep myself from dissociating and thinking of everything that's happened and then obsessing. I didn't think I'd end up this way. It's hard to deal with and let go.

I just feel so ugly inside and out.

“It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; you just wake up one morning and you’re not as upset anymore.”

— Unknown

“Repeat after me: My current situation is not my final destination.”

— Unknown

"this too shall pass" well can it fucking get on with it