About this Blog
Hi all, I’m Angria, not my real name (it comes from my love of the Brontë's…it’s the name of their childhood paracosm). I live on the east coast of the US, both my home-state and the city in which I currently live. I’m 35 and a gay/queer, white cis-woman with she/her pronouns. Was a teacher, now a social work grad student. I’ve been on here for over 15 years. This is my outlet and safe space to express things I cannot talk about outside of therapy. I post what I like or things that resonate with me. I'm weird and pay attention to how my tumblr looks (like how the colors, quotes, pics go together), so I usually blast 20+ posts in a row and then silence...that probably will annoy some people. Also...I curse. A lot (probably too much, but eh). And I do not tag it, so no TWs with regard to swearing.
Speaking of, I have a very specific tag system that serves me and not necessarily others in the sense of trigger warnings. Just be aware of that and if you do need to unfollow me, I fully understand.
1) I mainly struggle with CPTSD, BPD, and severe depression from childhood abuse and neglect (some sort of CDD in there too probably). In the last couple years, I have uncovered csa memories following an incredibly retraumatizing event, so that has been a whole new level of trauma symptoms. I also struggle with self harm and will mention it, usually as SH (no graphic details).
2) I am very private when it comes to locations and people, mainly because I’m afraid of people I know finding my tumblr. So my privacy settings are very strict and I do not allow anons. I’ve never had a good experience during the two times I allowed it years ago. This is my personal safe space and I do not need some random person’s cowardice and ignorant judgments invading it.
Some main people/things I mention…
T is my therapist of 13 years. He is an incredible person who has supported me and helped me throughout our time together, never giving up on me . I probably would not be here if it wasn’t for our work. I vent about him occasionally if I’m upset with him (which we do talk about eventually). This is not an invitation to judge him or my therapy. My blog is only a snapshot of our years together. You do not know him, his experience and professionalism, our boundaries, nor fully understand the context of what we discuss and process.
Dr W is my psychiatrist of 12 years. She also is a huge advocate and actually listens to me when it comes to my symptoms, medication, and their side-effects, which is a rarity when it comes to psychs.
Her is a child-exile part. I have not been diagnosed with DID, but told I fit criteria of OSDD. I just know Her is more fragmented/dissociated than how “parts” are described in IFS (Internal Family Systems).
Speaking of IFS, I started with a new IFS therapist L as adjunct to my therapy with T. So far, it has been informative, albeit pretty difficult and stirring up a lot.
Smshellhole was the Catholic school I attended for 11 years, from preschool to 8th grade (I always call it hellhole; the school's name is a trigger). I was severely bullied and abused throughout that time, both from kids and teachers. As well as the priest who worked there. I found out in 2024 that hellhole had the highest number of accused abusive priests since the 1950's within my home-state's archdiocese. The last (documented) abusive priest was shuffled out right before I started there in 1993.
And if you are feeling up to it, check out my positivity/recovery blog spegaudentes (Latin for rejoicing in hope). Mostly stuff that makes me happy with a smattering of coping skills and memes.
