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Growing up with emotionally immature parents shapes your love life in profound ways.

You become so accustomed to rejection, abandonment, and neglect that you start seeing it everywhere.

It also means that actual mistakes or missteps by a partner can feel earth-shattering. Your body doesn’t just react—it files those moments in the same category as the traumas you’ve already lived through.

Of course, this doesn’t mean our partners are off the hook, but it does mean we have to ask ourselves: how much of this is about now—and how much is tied to what we’ve carried from the past?

This is why individual therapy (or working with a *skilled* coach) really matters. It’s not just about processing your pain—it’s about learning to untangle what’s happening in the present day from past wounds so that you can actually build the clarity needed for healthy love 💕

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Trauma has this way of freezing you in time; stuck at the age when it all happened—still bracing for impact, still waiting for someone to step in and make it all okay.

That’s why you might feel small and powerless, even in moments that aren’t dangerous at all.

This is where the pause comes in.

Feel your feet on the floor. Take a breath. Say your name. Say your age. Slowly remind yourself: ‘I’m safe. I’m here. That place can’t touch me anymore.’

For some of us, the safety and comfort we longed for as kids are finally here. Part of healing is helping our inner child see and feel that truth.

Healing isn’t about forgetting the past—it’s about teaching yourself, over and over again, that you’re no longer trapped in it.
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Of course you're exhausted.

You’re the only one in the room doing the work—the only one noticing patterns, choosing your words carefully, and holding yourself accountable.

That kind of self-awareness is taxing, especially when no one else is meeting you there.

(Your nervous system wasn’t built to carry the emotional labor of an entire room).

So if you need more space, more quiet, fewer calls—take it.

Because healing isn’t about convincing anyone else to do their work or enduring their pain for the sake of it.

It’s about creating space for yourself because you’re choosing to show up for you REGARDLESS of what they do.
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#cptsdhealing
#complextrauma #complexptsdrecovery
#complextpsdawareness
#ptsd #ptsdsupport #cptsdawareness #complexptsd
#ptsdawareness
#emotionalneglect #healingfromtrauma
#traumarecovery
#childhoodtrauma #traumahealing
#childhoodtraumasurvivor #intergenerationaltrauma
#ptsd
#ptsdwarrior #childhoodabuse #traumabonding
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Tumblr user raddagher:

Idgaf if you don't want to write essays for school. I don't care if you don't want to write corporate emails yourself. I don't care if you can't draw well, I don't care if you can't write well, I don't care if you just really really want to talk to your favorite fictional character but don't want to RP with a real person because you have social anxiety or whatever

If you're still regularly using generative ai, chatgpt or midjourney or character.ai or literally whatever the fuck, im personally blaming you when my utility prices start going up.

Tumblr user jay-wasreblogging:

Why would utility prices go up because of ai?

(I am not defending the usage of generative AI/ChatGPT/Character.ai etc etc i am very much against it - I am just curious as to the correlation between using it and utility price surge please don't come at me this is a genuine question)

Tumblr user raddagher:

Happy to help. source
Tumblr user makingqueerhistory:

Queer instincts are sacred. While there is obviously worth in proving and finding definites, there is also value in connecting history with intuition. It might not bring certainty, but it can bring connection, and that connection is worth something. History isn't a mirror, but you can find resonance there, and that resonance is important even if it is just for you and has no rippling implications. source
Tumblr user thepioden:

My brother in law recently became a veterinarian and it has really driven the point home as to how fucking bonkers veterinary medicine is. We don't expect human physicians to really know much outside of their own specialty - a dentist, an otolaryngologist, and a maxillofacial surgeon are three totally different dudes. Meanwhile a veterinarian at a wildlife rehab center is doing orthopedic surgery on a hawk and then doing rounds on baby hedgehogs in the hedgehog NICU and administering antibiotics to a ratsnake. And he also knows how to perform surgical interventions on a cow! What the fuck! Those are all totally, wildly different kinds of animal!!

Shout out to veterinarians, they know Too Much.

Tumblr user mikkeneko:

I always think about that one post that was like "how come the surviving doctors in zombie apocalypse stories are always veterinarians" and the reply "because veterinarians make 'not getting bitten by their patients' a core skill" source
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

- "Let America Be America Again," Langston Hughes source
2025/07/08 15:39:35
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