Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better
— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )
— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient
— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.
— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.
— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.
— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way
— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.
All I want is to take care of her.
To be able to come over anytime she just needs someone there. To be able to hold her, and make her feel safe. To offer comfort and to let her know she’s so incredibly special.
I want to make her comfort food and get her favourite drink. I want to pack her bag in the evening so she can stay in bed a few minutes longer in the morning. I want to give her my shirt or hoodie to wear, so she knows I’m always with her. I want to give her comfort with the smallest gestures, a hug just because, holding her hand when she’s next to me.
I want her to know she’s not alone, and that I would do absolutely anything for her. I want to make the bad days a little easier, and the good days even better <3
yes yes mean scary sadists are great but what about sadists that smile and sweet talk you while they wreck your shit? sadists that speak in a sing songy voice while making you cry, sadists that giggle when you beg for mercy, sadists that can't help but express joy while they're making you suffer, sadists that strike fear in your heart every time you see their wicked grins?
yearning for being talked through it like, one hand working between my thighs as they look into my hazy eyes and keep asking me if it feels “good?” “yeah?” “gonna cum?” “gonna give it to me?…” "doing so good for me, baby…"keep going… " & praising me when they get a dumb reply😵💫
she’s a 10… but she just needs you to be patient with her because she's never been loved properly.
subs really do give so much by taking all they can. reminding them and ourselves that they deserve sincere praise for these acts of devotion which develop purely from a genuine connection of trust, reassurance, safety, and established communication is so important. they do it all for us, you know. i’m talking even past the aftercare, to lovingly dote on your sub otherwise is such a privilege. they should feel deeply cared for, empowered by the total control they have over their own treatment, overwhelmingly and undoubtedly loved. to give everything… well they’d deserve that much and more then, wouldn’t they <3
A constant sexual dream for me is cloning my partner and getting gang banged by them 😪
girls are so annoying bro why are you asking me if i like you when i’m literally in the middle of eating you out after telling you that i love you. ask me that again and i’m gonna make you tell me how much i love you. that’s right, you’re gonna tell ME “you love me” “you love me” over and over again while i’m in you to the hilt with my strap and i’ve got my teeth in your neck. shut up and get fucked like the princess you are, loser
The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.
I can't hear what they're telling me, even though I try.
list of things i love – flowers, the sound of rain, waking up with time still left to sleep, pasta, dancing to my favorite songs!!! sunrises, sunsets, fires in the fireplace, christmas time, being so busy i dont check my phone, local bookstores, jazz, clean sheets, long showers, the beach, the mountains, tea, art, reading, driving around aimlessly, the smell of new books, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, having a day dedicated to doing absolutely nothing, naps, laughing, new movies, rediscovering a song i forgot about, good hair days, imagining how my life will be in the future :)🍝🎄☕📚⭐