#living with CPTSD
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chronicallymistreated · 6 months ago
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People only have so much patience for those of us with chronic illnesses, chronic pain, and or mental health difficulties.
At the beginning there is so much support (or at least more support) but when they realise you're not recovering as quickly as they'd like... you get avoided, isolated, told you're exaggerating, etc. They seldom think about how those of us with chronic issues feel. How overwhelming it is to deal with everything day in and day out. There is so much anxiety, depression, grief, etc when dealing with chronic issues regardless of what they are.
If you're even more isolated because people refuse to see how much you're struggling or you're not recovering "fast enough" for the people around you just know you're not alone! There are so many of us in the same boat too
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gemstoneonyx · 1 day ago
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They are pro mentall illness untill you act out of character, get psychotic, get delusional, get erotomania, dont know how to stop it, spin yourself out of controll. Untill you make them uncomfortable so they leave you without an explernation and you spin further further further trying to take your own life. You are not sucsessfull, you end up in the psychward.
None but 1 1/2 person reaches out to talk you off the edge "Am I interrupting" Arcane style.
They are all pro mental illness untill it gets too close for comfort and they feel like a target...
Yeah, I get it. But im not a monster... Im a person whos hurting badly.
yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate
yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate
yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate
yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid
yall are pro mental illness until they split
yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle
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rainywhispersblog · 1 day ago
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rollingblakely · 24 hours ago
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It is strangers who plant flowers in my hands.
It is strangers who call me brave.
I carry the blooms awkwardly,
not knowing how to hold what was never sown at home.
Still—
their roots find me.
Still—
I bloom.
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pr1soners-d1lemma · 1 month ago
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I don't even remember who I used to be.
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dragonheartstring360 · 10 months ago
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can’t emphasize enough how when you grew up in a toxic environment, being in the room with someone who’s angry or frustrated - even if it has nothing to do with you - is absolutely terrifying cuz you’ve been 1000% conditioned to assume frustration = all hell is going to break lose and be aimed directly at you
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xvelvetcoffinx · 24 days ago
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billybob-99 · 1 year ago
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I feel so disgusting and uncomfortable in my own skin I don’t wanna be here
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forsakendevil · 8 days ago
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Mood swings are so fucking dramatic. It is exhausting. One minute it’ll be like, life is so good I’m gonna live forever and I can do anything. Then it’ll just change to life is just endless work that isn’t worth doing and I should just end it now.
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yourhealingjournal · 1 year ago
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actually, to have the audacity to live, to take up space, is the scariest and most rewarding gift you can give yourself.
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spoonie-girl-next-door · 2 years ago
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mycptsdstory · 7 months ago
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Found on twitter
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rollingblakely · 2 days ago
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They called it maturity-what they meant was silence.
They called it resilience-what they meant was loneliness.
Now I name it what it was: abandonment.
And I answer it with devotion.
I am raising myself the way I should have been raised-
with softness, safety, and song.
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liberaljane · 11 months ago
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🩷 Digital illustration of a black woman with curly hair holding up a sheet. There is a star garland and there’s text across the sheet that reads, “the tools you needed to survive are not the tools you need to thrive”
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xvelvetcoffinx · 4 months ago
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Some of my trauma is literally over 18 years old like it’s legally an adult but it won’t move the fuck out of my head??? Get a job and pay some rent buddy.
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