kirbstomp!!

its like. okay you made a mistake . youve made similar many times before and yeah it sucks but you can recover and its no use beating yourself up and thinking in circles until youre exhausted and scared. move on

BASIC HYGIENE AND CHORES SO DIFFICULT TO KEEP UP WITH

upset that drawing did not come out how i wanted but thats kinda just how things go so im. Not gonna dwell on it 🧍

nearly cried in the cinema bc my dad would really enjoy it and I thought "oh i should tell him about this" before remembering LMAO

irt therapist saying "well seperating these parts from yourself in order to understand and move forward with them seems to help you, maybe try doing that with this" because like every few days im having a breakdown about my dad. and while thats helped with those other part i cant like. do it for this. for some reason. its quite stuck. that is me. I dont know why i cant but damn . I cant even pull it out when im not currently upset about it all like I can with others. pretend to talk back and forth and argue and all that its just very swift and unable to seperate myself and then its over and I cant coax it back out. idk

I FORGOT TO GET TWEEZERS TODAY

I cant do this man every year is worse than the last even when things are getting better in some aspects it just hurts more and more theres no end. This situation will just get more intense it already feels like its killing me

the second i start thinking about it i can feel myself getting so distressed. if I cant control it then its full body sobs. A few months ago i genuinely did not give a shit about him at all i dont know why its the sudden 180. I feel guilty i feel like im downplaying what hes done, or that i overreacted in the first place. im not, i didnt. It was bad. I dont know why this is happening. I dont know. Why do i feel worse than when he was making me **** ** * ****** like. whats happening. Hes lost everyone because hes an abusive piece of shit but it feels like my fault i dont know

happy go lucky optimistic bitch that emerges whenever I enter a doctors office . you do not speak for me

it's just shame stacked on top of avoidance stacked on shame, all the way. to unstack it i have to deal with the mold and the bugs underneath each one and to unstack it means that i know its wrong and everyone will see and know. this is why "clean your closet" turns into a huge moral dilemma that will have me thinking in circles and agonising and making myself sick over. it makes sense, which is a good first step i suppose

im like if a guy had pretty bad depression