#ptsdlife
Science says every seven years every cell in the human body dies and replaces itself…
I have been counting every year, and this is number seven.. I finally have a body he’s never touched.
I never had a childhood, or the chance to be innocent, that was ripped away. I never had the chance to know how it felt to be truly loved and validated, how to grow up healthy and experience the joys of it. I missed out, I was fucking robbed and I grew up a broken, empty shell that I am only now learning how to fill.
Credit to chuckdrawsthings. Just found these hilarious.
I need a long hug and a gentle punch in the face with a chair or something.
That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
charles bukowski
u control my mood and u like that
Accept no less!!
Do you ever listen to a song you haven’t heard before and it makes you realize you’re still not over that specific person
Trying to reply to someone you still care about but completely detached from is a challenge I’m currently not winning.
Artist: unknown but full credit goes to them
An agonizing thought is thinking about the people who enjoy going to school to get away from what’s happening to them at home,and being more stuck with their abuser if they’ve been unemployed. My heart and soul goes out to every single one of them,I pray they stay strong and don’t turn to drugs or even worse regardless of what’s happening to them.May things get better.
F A C T S
Artist:Darkerdays17
@XDVRKSHINESX
After three migraine attacks and a serious increase in regular ptsd-symptoms, this (totally legit) scientist poses the hypothesis that I might have been overdoing it a bit.
My goal was to increase exposure by looking for exhibitions, updating my social media more regularly and basically showing my face. Unlike general advice directed to artists - that was WAY too much for me - I decided to post online only twice a week, and not get involved with more than two expositions a year.
I thought this must be do-able. Yeah.. but no. Instead of shooting for the stars, my rocket turned out to be a deflating balloon that ended up in the pillowy snowheeps of the Himalayas.
So, back to the drawing board! Of course, I could ask a third (or second?) party to deal with all the exposure managing thingies, but that too is only going to add stress to a wobbly balancing act.
Maybe I should start acting like those eccentric artists who consider getting paid for art is a devilish, commercial trap and do nothing else but to hide in their workshop. If I dress the part, it could work, right?
Someone call New York and tell them there is a new ‘Authentic Soul’ on the loose!
The thing about childhood trauma is that it truly has a big impact on one’s development.
Now, at 23, whenever my therapist asks me what I hope to get from our sessions, I often answer “to gain the person I was before the trauma.”
Except there is no person before the trauma. I was only just starting to really form and grow a unique personality.
How can I go back to something that never fully formed in the first place?
