Epic the Musical, especially Legendary from the Wisdom Saga, is making me want to write that Empires fic so so bad <3333
everyone should listen to Epic the Musical, I think
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I need to be able to just walk around like a puppy and randomly turn into a horror beyond human comprehension to feel like myself. I need to visually be a void mass of eyes mouths and voices. I need everyone to see that I'm just a puppy. But also that I am going tobruin everything and tear you apart. The duality me. That or I'm batshit crazy and need Aurora again because my God that place made me feel a bit more like I matter as a person, even with the shit psychiatrist that everyone hated.
@right-asscheek @quotevsdumpsterfire69
Is this normal thoughts or just my regularly brand of both normal but also very concerning
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It's the STUPIDEST reason in the world too like ???? Can we stop. Can we PLEASE stop.
like the amount of energy I put towards fucking. Mourning relationships is so bad. It's so fucking bad!! It's taking a physical toll on me to the point where I'll puke if I think about it too long and that's so bad!! And yet I do not think I'm capable of not submerging myself in what-ifs and impossible scenarios. bitches are so desperate for attention that they'll cling to the most bare bones interactions and hope to pray to God that miraculously things will be okay again and I'm bitches!! what is my DEAL! I hate me fr!!
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Okay dandy, what is "it's not about the bread"? I recognized everything else
Ah! It's not about the bread is a phrase fairly common in marriage counseling/relationship advice circles. It comes from a popular anecdote of a husband in counseling saying his wife is always blowing up at him about petty things, like buying the wrong brand of bread. The therapist asks the wife why she's upset about the bread, and she says it's because he is chronically inattentive to her and their collective needs so she ends up carrying the slack. It's not about the bread: It's about what's manifesting through the bread
Humans are not rational creatures, we're rationalizing. It takes a lot of self awareness to be in one's own head and go "oh. I'm not upset about the bread, I'm mad because this is the third time this week and the twentieth time this month I have to come up with a new dinner plan because this idiot fucked up." However, it takes much less awareness to look at one's partner and go "hm. That was an outsized reaction. Something larger than what set this off is probably going on."
Once you've realized there's something going on, partners can begin working towards a solution. You have to pull back the rug to find what's been swept under it.
Emotions all have causes. Sometimes they're bigger than they seem like they should be, and sometimes the cause is buried deep in the unconscious parts of the brain, but there's always a reason. Part of loving someone is trying to understand them, and part of understanding them is sussing out when it's about the bread... And when you should maybe start writing a more detailed grocery list
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there is something wrong with me.
there is something wrong with me.
there is something wrong with me
THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
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also I had a whole anxiety attack before coming here because my neighbour glued a note to my door telling me to go to the town hall and buy special trash bags for my discarded rat bedding. because apparently I'm not allowed to put it in the normal trash
not very Speak today tbh. father asked me how writing is going and I almost cried in the middle of this folk festival
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