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how life is when I look up "self harm scars" and begin to cry over the photos because my arms don't look as mauled and cut up as theirs.
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kinda wanna prove everyone wrong and get my life together but also kinda wanna kill myself ://
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This isn’t a life. I am not alive. There is no way this is it.
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Would you like to import your contact—
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Biblically accurate Hatsune Miku
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can someone shoot me in the head actually
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man, I wish DiD was just friends in your head. sometimes I just want the endo experience yk?
but hopefully surprising to nobody it's just more than that
i know sysblr focuses a ton on the alters, but that's not the only part I struggle with
DiD for me is constant dissociation. random stressors triggering that sort of response, besides never remembering that triggering me. chunks of the day- gone- just like that. never being fully connected to anything- it can be hell.
DiD for me is the comorbid depression and anxiety.
DiD for me is being scared of not being believed because it's been so TikTokified.
DiD for me is the trauma response that comes with it. The constant guilt. The feeling like I deserved it. The overexplaining, the overapologizing, the people pleasing.
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bpd is so embarrassing it’s just being 13 forever
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Ich bin es so leid, mich so zu fühlen.
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sometimes i talk to myself and we both cry
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i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive
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