partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

good news. the things that used to upset me no longer upset me. bad news. i'm creating an army of bugs to hurt innocent bystanders

meows loud as fuck shattering all glass within 3 miles no survivors

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.

you are not immune to inventing an arbitrary set of rules that only you have to adhere to