Waiting for a distant spring. Stockholm, Sweden (January 26, 2014).
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Waiting for a distant spring. Stockholm, Sweden (January 26, 2014).

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210: wilted
DEFINITION ⦂⠀Someone who feels like recovery is impossible or out of reach (right now), aren't (yet) capable of getting better, and are consistently affected by trauma, disability/disabilities, or other experiences.
This term is made by someone who is pro-recovery, and the bracketed language was added to express that, while I also didn't want to lose the gravity of hopelessness wilted individuals may feel.
Anything can be added if it feels significant alongside oneself being wilted; even if it isn't necessarily the source of trauma. Example: a wilted lesbian may identify as such not because being a lesbian is what one wants to recover from, but because being a lesbian is apart of recovery when it comes to accepting oneself, being a lesbian is intrinsically tied to one's experience, or any other personal experience that wilted aims to give room for.
ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 9th of October, 2025.
TAGGING ⦂⠀@c1rcus-of-silliness⠀@near-nia-river⠀@radiomogai
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Hey, everyone. If you're reading this, then either I gave up or something killed me. Can I die if I'm already dead? Whatever.
Anyway. Don't feel bad about me, none of you caused this individually. This place is fucked up and the cycle is fucked up and I wanted no part of it. So I'm out. If the library sticks around, you can all browse it as much as you want. Just don't damage the books.
Be nice to each other. Find a way to break the cycle for good. Don't let guilt be all that you are.
...Thanks for giving me hope for a little while. Thanks for giving me reasons to be happy, even if you took them away.
See you, space cowboy.
Twisted Bassie!
🪻🖤