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𝑆𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚? 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒?

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the cptsd really do be cptsding

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[ID text — i begged God to save me and he shoved more torment down my throat to keep me quiet]

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[ID text — I met evil when I was only a child.]

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I hate hate HATE what the internet has done to mental health language. You don’t have intrusive thoughts about fucking McDonald’s for four hours Bethany, they’re about incest, rape, murder and all other kinds of disgusting things you don’t want. That’s why they’re called INTRUSIVE. They’re rapid and scary and horrible. You’re not “triggered” cause a moron on tiktok said something you don’t like, it’s when your PTSD recognised something that could be dangerous to you that’s similar to a traumatic event and shuts down to try and help you. It’s panic inducing and the worst feeling. Disassociation isn’t “zoning out.” For a bit in class, it’s walking around like an emotionless zombie because you can’t feel anything as a symptom of severe mental illness or trauma. Shut the fuck up!!!

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god was never here