⚠️TW trigger warning: Death; Abuse⚠️:My great aunt Lynn was my parent figure. Her son John is my second cousin (?) and also was in/out of my life raising me. My childhood was abusive in terms of neglect and verbal/emotional. My great aunt was an alcoholic with health issues. John is controlling, manipulative, and narcissistic. My childhood, I grew up with adhd and complex trauma. My parents did not believe in such things and I never received treatment.
My great aunt recently lost her life April 6th 2020. I reached out to John to ask why he didn’t tell me, why I had to find out from other family members. I was hurt. These were responses I got: Part ½
He also never came to the funeral and left myself, a few other family memebers, AnNd THE STAFF confused and waiting for hours before we had to start without him. He was the coordinator and it was in his name so he knew he was doing this.
The thoughts leave you at some point, Or so I have been told.
Yet, two years, maybe three, have passed And the thoughts are still there, untouched.
Do I want them to finally leave? I am unsure, After all it would be weird, I swear, If the feeling of blood running down my wrist, Right on the floor, Colouring it in ruby, like many times before, Would just disappear, As if it were never there before As if the blade just left me untouched Like those years haven’t passed
i’m so embarrassed to post this because i’ve been taught that you don’t just go and ask people for money. it feels wrong but i’m hopeless because of the financial situation that i’m in right now.
i’ve had two manic episodes this year (i suffer from bipolar disorder for you that don’t know me) and i’ve been having really bad financial struggles because of those episodes. mania makes me think that my actions don’t have consequences and the money that i use isn’t real money, so when i’m manic i think i have unlimited amount of money. and that’s bad.
these episodes have lead me to have thousands of euros debt. i have paid my rent, electricity and phone this month and i have enough food to survive maybe a week(?) so i’ll be fine for a week. after that (week 30 of 2020) i will have nothing. i won’t be able to pay my rent in august or any of my bills and i think i have a month or two until i get a bad credit record. after i have paid my rent, my monthly payment for those instant loans is 300€, other bills (electricity etc) are 150€ and the 50€ that is left goes to my family and friends, because in addition to instant loans, i have borrowed money from my family members and friends and i can’t ask for more. they have given everything they can and i’m super grateful for that.
i hate to ask this, but could you donate just a little bit so i could get a little food this month and pay my rent and bills in august? i would be super grateful, i can’t even begin to tell you how much it would mean to me.
if you have a dollar or an euro to donate, you can do it using paypal. please share this post so more people could see it.
fuck my ptsd is so fucking bad i can’t even talk to you guys directly without hyperventilating and sobbing. i had to go into my moms room and get her to help me with my breathing so i would stop. it’s… it’s bad…. i wish i weren’t like this…. I’m so broken… i can’t even sit down and talk with y’all about what led to this happening… i can’t even explain my own side of things, i can’t hear y’all’s side. this is what i was trying to avoid in the first place. this is why i stepped away.
Me: perhaps constantly subjecting yourself to hateful rhetoric directed at your identity - for being a woman, fat and queer (and possibly neurodivergent) - is actually harmful to your mental health, no matter how much you’ve convinced yourself that you’re cool about it and “don’t really care” — and ignoring or even playing along with it when your friends say it actually makes it worse
Imagine Loki trying to persuade you to quit your awful call centre job because between the crappy pay, asshole customers and the quite astonishingly petty and incompetent narcissists in charge, your mental health is declining alarmingly.
Once you do resign (with Loki present as bodyguard and moral support) he takes the time to have very stabby words with the worst of the abusive managers
My body is aching. Because of stress and work and sleep deprived nights. But mostly it’s aching for you. I feel so weak. Can’t move even though need stuff to do. I’m hungry and I should make food but I stay where I am wondering when all of this is over and I will get a full night of rest and sleep again. The only time I can sleep peacefully is next to you. But you’re so far and I’m not allowed to visit you. And here, every time I wake up I still feel the same. After 8h or just 5h it doesn’t matter. I’m on the edge every day. Trying not to think about it. Holding back the tears in my eyes so no one sees me cry in public. Or at work. Or in the store. It’s getting worse again. All I want is for it to stop. I want to be there for you, make you feel better and happy but all I do is disappoint you. Fall back asleep when I don’t want to. When it’s not worth it because it doesn’t help anyway. I don’t know what to do anymore. The only happiness I know is to spend time with you. All I want is to be with you. But I can’t.
Whelpby jharad17 Pairing: gen, severitus Rating: T Word Count: 75k AU. Harry is 7 years old and treated literally like a dog by the Dursleys. Will he be rescued by the wizarding world? Will he ever be fit to take on the mantle of The Boy Who Lived?