Im So Tired Of Trying To Fit Into The Little Tiktok Therian Boxes Like Fym Therians Know Their Humans

I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

Stuff my people offered to me

Spicy dumplings

Meat

Milk

Honey

Fruits like mangos, raspberries, pomegranates

Teeth (theirs of their deceased loved ones)

Small bones of their deceased loved ones

blood

Their hardships

Aligator meat dishes

Woven fabrics

Gold

Long hours of sitting by my candles (like ones that are dedicated to me)

Jewelry

Dances

Feasts

Overall a holiday called "Ashava" or something very similar which is similar to Passover but also a bit connected to the creation of my ppl. Think of it as a long summer holiday where people fast all day before and do a big feast with their neighbours at midnight. Lots of spicy dishes, dances, and overall drinks

Wine, or other alcohol

Yeah thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I think writing my memories out helps me remember them a bit.

A handy tutorial on inner healing (based on my personal beliefs)

note: no this it's a cure to illness or whatever, but I find this a bit like a way to focus on something else.

Another note: this is heavily aligned with my view of the universe, multiverse even (which has been influenced by my alterhumanity, and shifting experiences)

Finding your place in the universe. Do some meditations (literally don't need to care about what type they are, just find one that fits. Can be past life regressions, shifting, anything)

Finding out which sins actually most affect you. I think the most common ones are pride and hatred, but you gotta see for yourself.

Note: sins aren't something that will get you to hell, or anything. At least not imo, but they affect your experience on earth. Think of them like an infection.

Another note: if you feel angry at a higher authority or feel hatred in exchange of something, yeah, that's not a sin. Hatred is ALWAYS born from another bit of hatred. Who tf knows where it started? Also, pride is count as actually using it against others. Just thinking usually doesn't hurt anyone, but if you see it getting in a bad direction, you should probably limit it

3. Trying to tame out the "sins", and or accepting a bit of them that you can't really fight.

4. Trying to understand where your soul came from, and here I have a warning. IT'S A VERY LENGTHY PROCESS. don't expect it to happen overnight. It's okay if it doesn't. Try to trace back any feelings of nostalgia you have for things you never experienced, that worked for me.

If anyone has any questions you can dm me or send me an ask I'll answer

No don't make me cry pls

grief recognises grief

Pov: my thoughts when I'm trying to fall asleep in my fav t-shirt

A shirt.

Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.

No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.

Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.

He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.

It's all I have.

He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.

Just a shirt.

He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.

I am his property.

Captured and flown halfway across the world.

It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".

It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.

And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.

Such a simple thing.

And yet, it brings me joy.

Fuck Meta

Me

Daily Affirmations:

I am awesome

I am strong

I am brave

I am feared

Other peoples opinions don’t matter

The townspeople whisper my name in hushed tones, lest I hear them

Nobody can hide from me

I am doing nothing wrong

My fit is absolutely fire

woah this is gorgeous

Anhedonia 11/04/2025

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Idk who needs to hear this but it's not misogynistic to call out women who treat queer men as sexual objects. That is the meaning of the word, and why fujoshi means "rotten girl". They're basically an even worse version of girls who want a "gay best friend" as an accessory, and the female version of men who want to see girls in the bar make out because it's "hot". Anyone who tells you otherwise is not only blatantly lying to you, but dangerously homophobic and should be avoided at all costs.

Also, as a trans man who has been in plenty of fujoshi spaces in the past, they are infinitely more transphobic than people who use the term correctly (as in not using it on gay trans men living their lives, but actual fetishizers). But what the fuck would my cuntboy ass know am I right.