Repeat after me: you are not obliged to love your family. You are not. If they don’t have respect for you, if they make you feel inferior, if they bully you, ignore you, abuse you in any way: you are not a bad person for not loving them, or not wanting to stay around. You dont have to do any of those things. You can go and build a family with the people who truly love you and respect you. Okay? Stay safe, my darlings.
destroy the stigma around men having mental illnesses. it doesn’t make you less masculine, strong, less of a ‘man’, it makes you HUMAN
The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical
i just want to be touched really hard
like by a car
hit me with a car
Pls teach your son how to apologize.
Pls teach your daughter to not measure her strength by how much pain she can endure
where do i see myself in five years? realistically? dead
hope evryone with toxic, abusive or terrible parents is doing ok today
My biggest fear is that my therapist is going to look at me and say “You’re completely fine. This is just how life feels.”
If you have never sat in the bath with a razor in your hand, you are lucky. If you have never sat on a train platform, contemplating jumping in front of the oncoming train, you are lucky. If you have never crossed a road hoping a car will hit you, you are lucky. You are so lucky that you have never felt so bad that you want to take your own life. I am jealous of that. I want to know what it feels like to want to live
The problem with a mental illness is you can be fine for a while. Just completely and totally functional like a normal person. Then for no reason whatsoever you feel that overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, sadness, or worry. And it feels like you’re just back to square one. The sudden feeling that you don’t matter always comes back. The worst part is you can never explain to someone why, it’s just how your mind works.
am i the only person who has daydreams about their suicide and how people will react
Overly strict parenting creates sneakier kids. Punishing your kids for telling the truth creates better liars. Or people more afraid to tell the truth than to tell a lie. Invading your children’s privacy creates lifelong crippling trust issues. Over pressuring you child to succeed creates life long anxiety. And when failing those expectations destroys their self confidence. Ignoring your children can create emotional dependency and abandonment issues.
“people have it worse than you” is actually a very shitty thing to say because you’re invalidating that person’s feelings and manipulating them into thinking that whatever they’re feeling isn’t valid and whatever they’re going through isnt bad enough.
funny how my mom thinks i should tell her things when she literally taught me to be a passive, quiet nothing and didnt listen to the warning signs when i was a kid. go fuck yourself mom
your standards should be high for both your friendships and romantic relationships. everyone you surround yourself with should have qualities you actually admire.
so yeah what are you supposed to do when you’re at the age where everything you do actually counts for your future but you have 0% of your shit together and are 150% depressed
Being abused made me such a “good kid.”
I was
- Always polite
- Never acted without permission
- Never spoke out of turn
- Always did what I was told
And it’s shitty that I was considered mature and praised for those things, and all of those characteristics have translated into me being an immature, “bad adult.”
Now I
- Have difficulty making a keeping friends
- Can’t act without permission/am dependent on others for direction
- Am terrible at communicating
- Have no agency/personal compass
It’s a really difficult thing for people who were abused as children to grapple with. What made us good children make us bad adults.
Mental illness has ruined my fucking life, don’t ever tell me that it’s a choice
have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.


