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Self harm doesnāt always happen when a blade touches skin.
Itās skipping meals because you donāt feel like you deserve to eat today. Itās having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. Itās drinking recklessly because you might have the ācourageāĀ do something stupid. Itās smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know itās bad for you. Itās banging your head against a wall when youāre angry. Itās crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. Itās thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. Itās not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. Itās taking painkillers in excess because you know itās dangerous. Itās walking home the more dangerous way because youāre kind of half hoping youāll get attacked or raped or stabbed. Itās going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you canāt find your way back. Itās seeking out triggering material. Itās all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.
Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you donāt put any effort into doing the things you like or need.
Itās a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesnāt only happen in one way.
This sort of behavior is classified as āpara-suicidalā Itās putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.
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Now Iām empty. I have nothing to give to anyone. Except for talking about my pain. And since I realize thatās toxic, Iāve simply isolated.
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I wish people would stop telling me they love me. I don't feel it and it's no one's fault but my own. I say it back bc I feel I'm supposed to but the truth is that idk what I feel anymore. Do I really love anyone or do I just not care about myself enough to continue self-sabotaging?
My thoughts often contradict my actions. I'm aware. I speak death and encourage self-neglect/ harm on myself yet practice life and giving to others. Just to be clear though, my giving is not always selfless in nature which makes me question if I actually do care about others. I mean the fact I act opposite I feel in the first place could mean I care at least somewhat. However, I can't confidently say I care or feel enough love to stay. This is why I don't nurture relationships or neglect them altogether bc when the time comes, there shouldn't be any reason to mourn.
Would I give my life for others bc I care about them or bc I don't care about myself? Does it matter?
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@bipolarboii told me this was tumblr worthy š
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