#physical trauma warning

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

“What if we make two men who hate each other and an unfortunate rich boy travel across the RDR2 map while avoiding an apocalypse-level monster invasion?” - Doeiika, at some point.

Go read The World by @doeiika / SourApplechips on AO3.

Under the cut is art involving blood / gore… also a brief reference to Blood Under The Snow by Amras.

To be the protagonist is to be changed (physically and or mentally).

[crimeronan]

Hunter finding out the details of how Luz was found, with clear signs of physical abuse from Belos, and absolutely losing it. Especially since she doesn’t remember him. “What did he do to her” “How much did he hurt her” etc. While accepting that Luz won’t open up the way he would like because she doesn’t remember him

he would lose his Mind. GOD.

meanwhile camila is like "i am NOT discussing luz's medical history with a stranger," while vee much more eloquently is like "it's none of your FUCKING BUSINESS." they're both Particularly sensitive about this because the true crime tiktokers and podcasters are SO fond of gruesome speculation. luz's lack of privacy is nightmarish enough even without some lackey from the old regime asking leading questions!!

the lack of answers is answer enough for hunter, who fills in all the worst things belos ever did to Him, and he's just like, "luz, i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry. i tried to get here sooner, i'm so sorry, for a long time i couldn't stand long enough to get past the portal guards and i -- i'm Sorry"

and he seems very genuine and very devastated to luz. and she feels bad for him, even if she can't quite remember what he is to her. so in trying to comfort him, she's like, "no, no, it's okay! we were only in the human realm for a few weeks, he only [X atrocity of the reader's choice] three or four times, that i can remember anyway. it really wasn't THAT bad. and now i'm here!!"

hunter..... Does Not Take This Well.

poor kids.

[kyros-tha-soldier]

ODA IF I EVER CATCH YOU-

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

To Come to Terms with Loss (And a Realization)

Fandom: WWE (Professional Wrestling)

Characters: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso and Roman Reigns

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1031

A/N: Hello, friends. So, I have to be honest, I am really struggling to come to terms with the result of yesterday's main event, with Jey Uso losing his Intercontinental Championship to Bron. I respect Breakker, I do. I don't care for him in the slightest, but I do respect him. So, this is just me getting my thoughts into words, trying to dig into how Jey might have been feeling, what he would still be feeling in the events directly after his loss. I hope everyone enjoys and feel free to share your own thoughts with me regarding the match in the comments. I would love to hear from ya'll. Cheers!

Summary: Jey Uso had just lost his championship to none other than Bron Breakker. It hadn't been a clean match, Solo and his Bloodline had interfered at every turn. The interference and the loss of his title gave Jey a lot to think about that evening and into the next morning, prompting him to make an unexpected phone call. But, before he would pledge himself once again to the cousin that he had long since abandoned, he had terms to demand of Roman.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Main Event Jey Uso lay on the mat, disorientated and clutching at his midsection after taking the spear and eating the pin from Bron. The pain he could handle, the pain he was used to. But losing the championship, the one thing that he truly felt he had earned for himself, had made him numb.

His little brother, Solo, and the rest of his faction had ended his reign before he even had a chance to get used to the weight of the title. His little brother and his gang had come all the way from Smackdown, hopping brands and barricades to ensure that he would not retain. His little brother had betrayed him and maybe that was worse than losing the title.

After a while, Jey had pushed himself up off the mat, his eyes downcast as he slowly limped towards the ropes and up the ramp. He didn’t see the fans, he couldn’t hear them, he couldn’t look at them. He needed to be alone; he couldn’t take it anymore. He vaguely noticed Adam Pearce appear before him, asking him how he was and if he needed medical, a tentative hand reaching out to brush Jey’s shoulder. The same shoulder that he normally would have had the title hanging from…. The same shoulder that he had just had the title hanging from just an hour or so prior. He had shrugged the hand off, not even bothering to answer any of Pearce’s questions.

Somehow, he had made it back to his hotel room though he couldn’t recall the entire sequence of events that led him back to his lodgings. Still clad in his ring gear, he threw his gear bag to the ground with more force than was strictly necessary and moved to his bed to lay down, curling into himself as a spasm of pain rippled from his abused midsection.

At least he could feel something again.

That night he couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t sleep, his mind too overloaded with so many thoughts about that evening, about the future, about what he might do next.

It was hard to think about the future when he had lost so much that night.

The next morning, he pulls himself out of bed, his muscles tight and aching from the abuse of the previous evening. Still in his ring gear, he strips off and heads for the shower, hoping that the warm water will have some effect on his aching body. Afterwards, he sits down on the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the side. He reaches onto the nightstand blindly and grabs his cell, switching it back on as he had turned it off sometime during the night.

As soon as his phone powers on and without any real thought to it, his mind strangely blank after being overloaded just a few hours prior, he punches in a phone number that he knew almost as well as his own.

He waits for the dial tone and the familiar voice that answers him is almost enough to make him hang up.

“Jey?” Jimmy asks, hesitation and confusion in his voice at the sudden phone call. He had seen the match, of course he had, but their last interaction hadn’t been exactly cordial. So, he was genuinely surprised by the sudden phone call from his twin.

“Jimmy.” Jey says, his voice raspy from overuse and emotional turmoil. He tears the phone away from his ear, taking a moment to clear his throat to try and bring some semblance of normal back to his voice. “You with Roman?”

“Yeah, Uce…”

“Put him on. Now.” And the tone that Jey used left no room for argument.

A slight shuffle of fabric is heard and a sigh, likely from his brother, but his twin does what Jey asks of him.

“Jey.” Roman’s deep voice rings out by way of greeting.

“Look, cousin, I ain’t got time for you and your games. You want me back?”

“I want the family back.”

“Yeah, and I’m family.” A pause as Jey thinks about how he wants to phrase what he needs to get out, what he needs Roman to hear. “Listen, cousin. I’m coming back, but I ain’t coming back for you.”

Jey hears a sigh come through from the other end of the phone, presumably from Roman. However, if it was an exasperated sigh or a sigh of relief, he could not be certain.

“I ain’t coming back for you and I ain’t coming back for Jim. I’m coming back for me, so I can beat down on little bro for costing me the title.” Jey says matter-of-factly, shaking his head a little before adding, “And we gonna do some things differently this time around. I ain’t your tool, you ain’t gonna disrespect me.” Jey says, the anger starting to come through now.

“Jey, I’m the Tribal Chief. You can’t be talking to me—.”

“—Yeah, but like Jimmy be saying. You are a Chief with no tribe. Without Jimmy and I, you ain’t nobody.” Jey growls, cutting Roman off as he glares at the far wall, remembering one more thing he needed to make clear. “I’ll support you, if you give me what I need. But I ain’t gonna fall in line. Not like last time. You lay a hand on my brother and me and I’m gonna whoop you right alongside Solo.”

Jey hangs up after that, not even bothering to wait for a response from Roman, tossing his phone onto the bed beside him. He leans forward, grimacing as the action causes his muscles to scream in protest. He brings his head down into his joined hands, scrubbing them across his face. He had said what he needed to say. The dice was rolling, the chips were down. He would destroy Solo’s Bloodline for what they did to him. He would put an end to all of this warring in his family.

Jey Uso had lost his championship, but there were some things far more important than the gold. Jey would do whatever it took to put an end to his family’s civil war. He had to; he didn’t have another choice.

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A/N: And here we are at the end. Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings! If you couldn't tell, I was actually screaming as I was writing some of this. Okay, ignore me. I'm just dramatic. Guess who will still be yeeting for Jey? Literally me. YEET!

[thethingything]

we have a dentist appointment tomorrow and on the plus side we're not really anxious about the appointment itself because the dentist was so nice last time and actually took our medical trauma into account.

unfortunately though we do have to have anaesthetic which makes us feel like shit for at least the rest of the day, and no matter how considerate the dentist is, having a medical professional touch us at all does still trigger certain trauma and then I end up having a bunch of panic attacks at some point within the next few days and it's a really shit time. I really don't wanna have to deal with that and the concept of it is making me nauseous

[deus-ex-mona]

little brothers and their will to #slay, man </3

[shire-ivy]

There is a special place in hell for people who says 'tw' but doesn't say what and 'credit to the artists but doesn't say who

[blueprint-han]

did i make a mistake?

[blujayonthewing]

what is it about 'pathetic in a nightgown' that demands also being soaking wet

I thought about doing a companion sketch to the zhartook painting of mel having just been attacked in the middle of the night by her best friend and I instinctively pictured her standing in the rain when her campaign setting literally cannot rain

[kardia-library-official]

I'll just take this opportunity to say that if you want to read one of my fics but don't know if it has any of your no-gos, you can totally ask me and I'll tell you!

Like... Speaking of things not being one-size-fits-all... I tend to write some long-ass fics where a lot of stuff happens, and it's sometimes hard enough to effectively tag them based on what people might want to read, let alone what they don't. So I just use the tags like it's that section of a copyright page that lists all the categories a book can go in, try to determine which subjects and themes are plot-relevant enough to go there, and trust that any potential readers are sharp enough to use context cues to decide if they want to read. Or, again, that they know my inbox is open!

Is this ideal for everyone? Probably not, but I'm not sure anything really is! It's just what keeps me from agonizing/maxing out the tag list.

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

[fshstickz]

Just a quick warning, this will have mention of suicide, sexual assault, physical abuse, and psychological abuse. This is a lot of messed up information to process at once, if you need to, take a break to get your mind off this.

This is a real story, that is currently ongoing.

I would just like an outside view of what has happened and would like to help others be aware of what happened to me. But, at this point, I am also questioning my sanity and memory and have genuine concerns.

I left for basic training two years ago on Aug 15, 2022. On the night of Aug 14th, 2022, my husband proceeded to get wasted while we were at my parent's house for a small going away party and then proceeded to assault me sexually. I won't go into too much detail, so here are the main points-

My husband is active, and we have only been married for three months at the time. He was, and still is stationed on Fort Hood. I had known him for four years before getting married and three of those years we had been together.

I went into a combat MOS, so I did both AIT and basic all in one, which is called OSUT.

We drove back to our home state so I could leave for basic. I'm in the Guard and was in my state's National Guard, at the time.

The day before I left to basic, we drove to my parents' house. That night some of my siblings came over. Some people were drinking, but I did not drink because I did not want to risk being sick the next day or getting sent home.

Me and my husband previously agreed to just cuddle that night because I did not see sex as a loving or comforting gesture.

We went to bed around two in the morning and slept in my old bedroom at my parent's house.

I was trying to sleep, and he was continuously asking to have sex one last time.

I told him no for a whole hour.

After an hour it began to get physical, and I realized it would happen no matter what I said or did. The longer I tried to get him to stop, the longer it would take, and it was already three in the morning. So, I told him to do whatever he wanted, and he did.

Some details are necessary for later.

The next day, I did not remember the night before at all.

When he dropped me off at MEPS, I had an hour or two before I had to check-in. I told him I wanted to hang out and spend time with him. All he wanted to do was go home. He did not even want to speak with me and would not participate in conversation.

I went to basic and did not remember until a few months in while I was thinking about how odd he acted when dropping me off. I wrote a letter explaining how upset I was with him for not talking to me that night but did not mention the SA at all since our drills sometimes read letters and such. I never mentioned it to a single soul and only spoke about it once I returned to Fort Hood with my husband.

I questioned him about it, but he only cried and apologized. Telling me that he did not remember it and we agreed, at the time, it was just an accident, and he was too drunk. We also agreed to NOT have sex until I was ready.

The next day, Dec 3rd, 2022, we went to a military ball. I only remember five or ten minutes of this ball; when I stood up for the national anthem, I realized I couldn't stand, the world was turning and I immediately needed to go to the restroom.

After that moment, there is nothing. All that I remember is him telling me to get off the ground because people were looking and were going to call the MPs. And him telling me to "just breathe".

I woke up the next day with no clothes on and still covered in vomit.

The next day he told me I drank too much and that he had to stay up all night making sure I was breathing. He told me that he was terrified that I was going to die, yet he did not take me to the hospital. Along with this, he let me know that I had been so drunk that I could not stand, was continuously puking, had lost my glasses, and had just generally been an embarrassment. His friends would joke about this night, and he liked to use it to embarrass me in front of my family and other friends. Despite me telling him that I did not want my family to know about it.

The weekend after I told his friend what he had done to me before I left. I told him to never speak to anyone about it, which he did not and likely still has not.

Other than him, I told a future roommate about this, also a man.

Neither reported it nor questioned me about it again. Never asked if I was okay, His friend left that night and never talked to me again. He did not come back to our apartment for six months.

I told my sister this past Christmas but downplayed the entire thing so that she would not hate him.

Here are a few small details of the year and a half before I left him.

For around four to six months after returning from basic, I was extremely suicidal and would usually go up to our apartment alone on weekends when we had small parties at our neighbors.

I would tell everyone I was just going to feed the cats. Which my husband bought for a while. When he no longer bought that, I would tell him I had to use the bathroom or just wanted to pet our cats.

The only thing I would do up there was sit on my bed with a gun and think. Sometimes I would sit somewhere safe and have a panic attack.

My cats would always come to me meowing and rolling around in my lap or beside me. Which was not normal for them. They were also the only reason I am still here today.

I told him about how bad I was getting. He told me I couldn't get therapy because "he didn't want to get in trouble".

I did not know how Tricare worked and did not want him to get in trouble at this time. I did not want to ruin his life.

I never reported anything until I had already left him.

The only person besides my husband I had to speak with, was a roommate we got months after I got back from basic.

We would drink every weekend and sometimes during the week.

This was the only time I spoke with anyone besides him. I was rarely alone with anyone, and he usually was hovering.

There were only about three or four times that I spoke with my roommate alone. All of which we were both drunk. We only spoke about the SA once throughout those times.

I eventually began to have feelings for this roommate. Which I eventually accepted was going nowhere. I understood he was not the best person, and that it would only hurt me further. Among other things, I was staying loyal to my husband and waiting for the feelings to pass.

I chalked it up to being a crush that was from anxiety. It had happened before, and I knew it would pass.

I NEVER wanted to be with this person. All I wanted was to be alone and have therapy for the SA.

Originally, I believed that the SA would just be forgotten, and I could forgive my husband. This is what he told me. "That I just needed to heal."

I would go through weeks where I hated him. Some, I was fine. Some, I was only depressed. And others where I felt as if I was trapped.

He would not listen to me if I told him I had boundaries.

He would smack my ass; I told him it made me feel unloved and like an object.

He told me he did not see any other way to show his love. "My love language is physical touch."

I told him not to do it 5 more times, and the last time I blew up on him. He told me that I was overreacting, that I was doing what he "wasn't allowed" to do to me, but he didn't do it again until close to when I left him.

I would tell him he needed to control his emotions. He struggled with anger problems.

He told me it was just work. That he was better than he used to be, but he just acted worse after that.

(He would scream at me for the smallest things and would slam his fists on things. Once even punching a hole in the wall when he and our roommate argued once.)

Everything would somehow be turned into my fault. Most times I completely understood and believed it was my fault.

On Feb 14th, 2024, I told him I was done. He had been away at gunnery for two weeks and I finally felt sane for once. All the 'mood swings' I was having with him were suddenly gone and my mood had improved a lot. I knew that what would be best for my mental health was to leave, get therapy, and never be with anyone for a while. I did not care that I had no money to support myself. I did not care if I was homeless. Anything, in my mind, was better than staying.

When I told him I could no longer handle the SA and that I was leaving him, he only then told me that I could get therapy and that we would work through it. So, I told him I did not want to deal with his anger issues any longer. He told me he would get therapy, and everything would be alright.

No matter what I told him, there was a way to magically make it better.

So, to get him to hopefully hate me, to finally stop asking "What else" I told him that I had feelings for our roommate. Big mistake, but he told me that was fine, and we could work through it.

The next Friday, we had a small party, I don't remember what for. It was honestly just a reason to drink for me. But I went to walk outside, saw it was just him and the roommate, and immediately went to close the door because they both went silent and just stared at me. My husband told me it was okay to come out, so I did. He then made me tell the roommate about "how I felt".

The roommate wanted to leave, but my husband told him that this was his home too, so he should stay. So, he did.

I went to our bedroom, curled up beside the bed, and had a panic attack. My husband followed and shut and locked the door. I asked him why he made me tell him. He told me he thought it would help. I asked why it would have helped while hyperventilating and sobbing. He began to scream at me and tell me that if I hadn't wanted to tell him I wouldn't have, it was my choice, and I had WANTED to tell him. So, I knew it was my fault.

The next day I told my husband I was done. I had no trust left for him and felt like an awful wife.

The next month was a blur. I couldn't eat, or sleep, there was a pain in my chest that felt as if my chest was caving in, and someone was crushing my ribs to tear out my heart. I would go on walks to calm down my heart, to finally get it to slow down, but nothing worked. My husband drank more, constantly played songs about people cheating, and told me he had 'changed'. The first day he helped me clean for the first time, all it did was piss me off. The help slowly went away, but his anger issues seemed completely gone. I knew they weren't.

Me and the roommate only spoke if we were drinking, otherwise, I never looked at him and usually stayed away from everyone.

Me and my husband eventually agreed to see other people. He told me he had downloaded a few dating apps. But couldn't find anyone because they weren't me. I only spoke with the roommate when drinking and only spoke with him three times. I told my husband when we had eventually held hands, and cuddled, and kissed. But didn't tell him that when our roommate had kissed me, he never pulled away and we had made out.

My husband kicked him out in March after our other roommate had told him. He and his wife had gone into the bathroom in the hallway multiple times and took videos, in the audio you could hear people kissing. I didn't know these existed until a month or so ago. My husband told me that our other roommate said it sounded like we had sex, I told him that I hadn't. The other roommate asked if we had sex, I told him no, we had only made out. I'm pretty sure now that both of those interactions were recorded in hopes that I would say we did.

But, after he was kicked out, my husband randomly said to me "I won't tell anyone about you and O, if you don't tell anyone about what I did to you."

All I said was ok. At this point, I hated myself and knew without a doubt that all the pain I had been through was deserved, even if it was in the past.

My husband told me that my twin had been texting him about how disappointed she was in me and that she couldn't believe I was putting him through this. She had told me that she used to look up to me and didn't know what to think of me now. Had told her friend about everything and told me they both laughed about it because it "sounded like a fucked-up book" and that I should keep her updated because her friend wanted to know more.

So, I believed what my husband told me without a doubt.

On March 5th, 2024, my husband went on a date with a girl named Jessie. He had been talking to her for some time and I told him to try to have a good time and hopefully move on. He made her gumbo, something I had been asking for years, but always somehow barely missed out on. He told me nothing happened. I spoke with Jessie months ago; she told me that they kissed that night.

The next day I went on a date with our old roommate, despite my husband saying I could date anyone BUT him. We went to see a movie and held hands. He had wanted to go to a hotel originally, I wouldn't say I liked that idea at all and didn't feel safe with it. I still don't know if he was joking, but I went home afterward. I wouldn't say I liked the date; everything felt like a goodbye and like I was being watched. There was a pit in my stomach the whole time.

My husband asked why I was home so early; I told him the movie was over. He seemed angry that I hadn't gone anywhere else.

The next day my husband reported him to his command. A no-contact order was put into place on March 7th. That night he told me that his command said I should be on the streets for what I'd done, that it didn't matter that we had agreed to see other people, I had cheated, his date with Jessie didn't matter because they hadn't "slept in the same bed". My SA didn't matter because his 1SG had something similar happen with his wife and she thought the same thing. The story of what his command said to him changed constantly and he could not tell me the names of who was there. Telling me it all happened so fast, but he had saved the old roommate's whole career. By CHOOSING the no-contact order.

But "everything would be fine as long as we were happy together". So, I got back with him, which only lasted a day.

He kept seeing the girl and told me they were friends. He admitted a month and a half later that they had sex down the hall from me. Then admitted two weeks later he had been lying for two months and they had been in some kind of relationship the whole time. The first time they had sex was the weekend after the no-contact order went into place. (Not that he told me that, he said he couldn't remember when it was. Jessie knew though. That and the night they had sex down the hall, he tried forcing himself on her after telling her what he did to me, which made her freak out and have a panic attack.)

Everyone I knew hated me from March 7th onward. The only person I spoke to was Remington, my husband, and the other roommate, Hinton. I was scared to go outside, in fear someone from his platoon would see me and harm me. I was scared my unit would find out what I'd done. I did not talk to a single soul but Remington.

Hinton only told me I needed to forgive Remington. Telling me "When Jasmine cheated on me, I just had to forgive her." By the way, this girl baby-trapped him. Got him drunk so he wouldn't use protection. That was the only reason they were married. He told me that when his dad would yell at his mom, she told him she was done, so he stopped, and she stayed. His dad beat him after that and took everything out on him instead.

In May Remington went to Poland. I got therapy in April, after going to a marriage counselor who told me that I seemed angry. This is after I told him about the SA and Remington seeing Jessie. But the therapist told me I just needed to forgive him. I started medication soon after Remington left for Poland.

On July 1st, 2024, I reported my husband for sexual assault. CID recorded him admitting to the SA over the phone, as well as, denying me therapy.

A no-contact order went into place only days later. Recently I found out it had been an MPO this whole time and only got a copy from his command weeks ago. It's mid-October.

Here's what I've found out since. (I have his old phone, and everything is connected)

I was never given a victim advocate, SARC, SVC, or FAP member to help. I got an SVC and Victim advocate this month because I kept bugging them. I was supposed to be given all of this at least, three days after reporting.

The night of the mil ball, he likely drugged and SAed me again. That or just SAed me. There were three videos on his phone of that night where he thought it was hilarious that I was out of it. They were videos of my face; we were lying the same way we had the night before I left for basic.

This completely contradicted what he told me his reaction was.

He also called his friend Remling to make sure it was normal that I wasn't breathing.

I now know the SA 100% did happen. He kept trying to convince me it didn't

My watch recorded that my heart rate was 211 bpm that night. It stayed above 100 bpm for 20 hours straight. (at 200 is where people usually begin to have heart attacks, it's never been that high before or since)

The people he kept telling me "Didn't hate" me, did in fact, hate me.

Hinton and his wife had been telling everyone I cheated on him. Also, Jasmine, his wife, hated me the whole time because she thought I wanted her husband?????

Remling was also telling everyone I had cheated on him.

Along with this he purposely hurt me multiple times. Once making me smack my head on the center console of his car by having asked for something on the floor, break-checking me three times. Every single time, it hurt worse because he kept breaking harder. When I told everyone, it hurt, they just laughed and ignored me.

The other time. I got pulled into him and Remington wrestling. Remling choked me, it hurt. I had a panic attack, and he allowed my husband to pin me to the ground as I tried to push him away and was telling him not to rape me again, to not touch me, to go away. Then allowed him to carry me to my room alone. All while I was still screaming at him to put me down.

His unit only contacted me because I told CID he stole my money, which he did.

This was when he had just gotten a 30k bonus. I wasn't being given BAH, and only had National Guard pay (which isn't much) to support my animals, myself, and anything I needed for the house.

The AC has been out since before he left, the hot water is out because propane is leaving from the water heater, and the truck I was left with can no longer get above 55. The tags went out in August, and I was told a month prior, by his command, that his mom was taking care of it. My name isn't on the title, and I had no registration or title since it disappeared when one of his friends was 'checking on me'.

Hinton came home early because he was getting out. Remington asked him to take pictures of inside the house for him.

They wanted to be sure that I did not know they were coming.

They knew there was a man at home with me.

He was sent by my unit to take me to the ER because when I found the videos of the mil ball night. It proved Remington had lied about more than I thought. I couldn't handle the weight of what I now knew, and my psychiatrist wanted to give me 40mg of Adderall to help with the suicidal thoughts I was having. Along with this, he upped my Lunesta, which wasn't helping me sleep and I got addicted to it. (The same guy told me he didn't believe my SA was SA. Despite never having been told about it lol). But this lovely concoction made me extremely suicidal, and I told my unit.

He stayed to make sure I was okay afterward, then found out Hinton was coming back and would not contact me about it. He helped me change the locks a day before he came.

Hinton came on an early August Monday at 10 am, with an NCO who was fine with him walking right into my home.

He couldn't unlock the door, took a picture of it and sent it to Remington, then unblocked and called me.

He took pictures of my friend's car and license plate and videos of me and him cleaning dishes.

The NCO stayed in the hallway the entire time, not caring what Hinton was doing.

I reported this to the MPs, CID, Local Police, IG, and his command. He has continued to have people stalk me this entire time. I have seen no move to stop it.

Every single support for victims of SA IAW AR600-20 has done nothing. FAP (Family Advocacy Program) told me that I eventually consented, even after CID decided he likely did do it. My commander told me it was "just a misunderstanding" and that "spouses get angry when soldiers are overseas all the time." When I told my unit SARC that his friends were still stalking me.

Fort Hood sees FAP, the victim advocates, and soldier's command hiding reports of sexual assault and other things completely fine and normal. That and it's fine to them for people to break MPOs and stalk victims of SA.

IG on Fort Hood does nothing, I have no clue what happened to their investigations or what the status is on any of it from their side, it's been months.

His family also just believes he has done nothing wrong and now hates me for ruining his life.

I still have no clue what he has been telling people to make them hate me this much.

While in Poland here are the list of things he has been up to

Getting 2000 dollars' worth of tattoos

one of which was one I drew for him a long time ago and that creeps me out a bit. Especially since it was after I reported him.

Spent around 40-50 dollars on only fans.

Got what I think is tender premium???

There was a payment of a little over 20 and a few more of 2 or 3.

Bought at least one Airbnb solely just to have sex with some girl.

Just spent most, if not all, weekends out partying, on dates, or going on trips.

Despite all of this, has somehow kept up the completely devastated 'she left me' story. It's actually kind of impressive.

Has been telling people he spent his whole 30k bonus on the house and truck back in the US.

Despite having only spent, at most, 200 on the house to fix the AC, which is still broken.

And only 800 on the truck for new tires.

He has been giving me 400-440 every paycheck for groceries, gas, and whatever else I need.

Hasn't had time to help find the original AC company, a shop for the truck, or help just telling his mother I need a new registration for the truck.

The registration went out in August. I was told the month before it was taken care of. Late last month or early this month (Oct) I found out his mom didn't even know. So, his command has been lying to me.

Has had time to ask/tell people to give him updates on what I'm doing/where I'm going.

He knows when I go on post, I have a lot of medical appointments and go on post often. I bring the person from my unit for protection, seeing as I'm still being watched :D.

He knows where my unit is.

He knew the Hotel that my unit had our Dining out at two months ago. Which was basically like a military ball; we just had a change of command.

So, now I have no clue who to trust, can't trust anyone even though I know it is irrational. Can't trust people in uniform, including my unit. I don't trust my memory and am beginning to question if I did make this all up and am just crazy. I feel like a thorn in everyone's side when I try to talk about it. So now I'm just putting it in the hands of Reddit lol

The good news though, after getting out of Darnell's behavioral health, I got a new psychiatrist who finally fixed my medication. She also diagnosed me with PTSD (which is good because the music, voices, and other weird hallucinations are there, and I have nightmares where I wake up trying to fight people who aren't there. Among other things.)

On the active side, I will not be getting BAH, despite being scared out of the house it is being used for. I won't be getting the spousal benefits in a few days, so I don't know how my medication will work. Much less therapy or psychiatrist. I'm just hoping I don't get one like the first guy. I will not be getting a single penny for the fact their soldier and the whole base joined together as a team to give me PTSD. Which is funny but not funny. This isn't even all of it ngl lol.

TL;DR; Fort Hood doing Fort Hood things. Like giving random women who are victims of SA PTSD and allowing Remington Shelton to blackmail and ruin the life of his wife. Army commands kind of just suck, I think. I could be a Karen. Could be losing the singular marble I have left. Not sure, please let me know your thoughts! :D

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I absolutely hate pain. I go through enough emotional and mental pain. So tell me why I have tried to force myself to physically try to harm myself. I have only done it a handful amount of times. Small scars have been left. I hadn't done it in years and I thought about it often. I didn't and don't want to, but I did it the day before yesterday and today. Only a couple of times was it deep enough to scar, but I'm too much of a wuss to go deeper. I can't take the pain! I want to be stronger. Why can't I be someone who can trade the mental and emotional pain for the physical? I'd love to not deal with that pain. I hate everything about this entire post. I hate who I am. Why am I like this?! I'm a psycho.

[vampire-nyx]

Heehee hoohoo vent below the cut lots of upset thoughts with little cohesion or logic and no real Statement to be made other than airing out feelings

I’m gonna be so real I hate that stupid fucking incest game and it kills me that it’s become ingrained as part of proship culture.

Objectively it’s cool to see and whatever but I’ve had such absolutely horrific experiences with people that are into that game that it makes me sick to see it. I’ve never met anyone that identifies with those stupid characters that hasn’t been incredibly careless and harmful in their roleplaying of them (and to a lesser extent, extremely obnoxious and annoying)

This is not a moral issue with anyone that likes it and I don’t want it taken that way, the people I’ve known that are into it have just been really shitty and it makes me hate the game and feel scared/untrusting of its fans and I hate seeing it constantly talked about

[apollo-zero-one]

One of my cats, the one who is the best natured, the most tolerant and loving, bites my mom. Real, hard biting that breaks skin. He doesn't do this to anyone else in the house. She acts very victimized by it.

But when I ask, were you bothering him? I know you like to annoy the cats on purpose, were you teasing him after he gave you warnings to stop? Were you ignoring boundaries he set? And she'll give the most nonchalant, 'Yeah, probably.'

I'm realizing a lot about my own childhood trauma. I'm remembering, vaguely, distantly, the way I would have my own warnings ignored. I think I remember being overpowered, physically. In good fun! To play, to tickle! Except that I was so so small, and whether I wanted to play was irrelevant. And I was laughing, clearly I liked it! There was nothing I could do once she was playing, so I started avoiding physical play, keeping myself out of positions I could be trapped and tickled as much as I could.

I remember... How important it was to me to speak for my brother. To make sure he was clearly understood. He needs this, he wants that. He doesn't like that.

He doesn't like that. (Please stop doing that to him.) (Please stop doing that to me.)

We both got bigger and were eventually able to defend ourselves. Strong enough to squirm free and crawl away, or to stay curled up in a ball and not have our limbs pulled open and tickle spots revealed. My brother learned that if he gave no reaction, it would bore her until she stopped, and that worked for him. I learned that I had to grab her wrists and physically push her away for her to stop, and that, in combination with avoiding getting into the situation and repeatedly saying while in a safe position I didn't really like to be tickled ('Of course you do, you used to ask me to tickle you as a kid!' maybe sometimes.) finally got her to stop.

We're both big now. She bothers the cats. She likes to touch their noses and whiskers. The girl cats have learned when to walk away from her, they are able enough to squirm and then run. Roman is too big, too out of shape to run, so he's learned that when he has had enough, the only thing she'll listen to is his teeth.

I don't like being touched by strangers. I hate being tickled, it makes me feel out of control, and helpless. I hate feeling helpless.

I love my mother and she never meant any harm. But I am recognizing more and more harm from her as I start to dig deeper into my past and recognize things as trauma that I didn't flag earlier because they didn't sound traumatic. "I was often held down and tickled by my mom as a child" sounds like a cute childhood story. "I was physically overpowered, touched in ways I didn't want to be, had my protests ignored, and made to feel helpless by a parent" has a much different ring to it.

I was also shamed/guilted into having very, very lax physical boundaries. My mother could touch or grab me wherever and whenever she wanted. I was never sexually abused, never, so it has taken me a long time to recognize the situation as traumatizing. My mom jokes that when I started picking my own clothes, I always dressed like a prude, I never wanted even an inch of skin uncovered on my legs or waist and I would make sure to find the right clothes to achieve that. Leggings, all socks, oversized shirts, layers. As soon as I learned I was allowed to wear jeans I started to do so, and to this day Denim feels like armor to me. She's mentioned it's a texture she doesn't like. I wonder if that's related. I wonder if I was always subconsciously (maybe even consciously, I don't remember much of my childhood and I mostly have emotional amnesia about the parts I do remember- as if it was someone else's life I'm remembering) shielding myself from unwanted touches.

[hayatheauthor]

The Anatomy of Passing Out: When, Why, and How to Write It

Passing out, or syncope, is a loss of consciousness that can play a pivotal role in storytelling, adding drama, suspense, or emotional weight to a scene. Whether it’s due to injury, fear, or exhaustion, the act of fainting can instantly shift the stakes in your story.

But how do you write it convincingly? How do you ensure it’s not overly dramatic or medically inaccurate? In this guide, I’ll walk you through the causes, stages, and aftermath of passing out. By the end, you’ll be able to craft a vivid, realistic fainting scene that enhances your narrative without feeling clichéd or contrived.

2. Common Causes of Passing Out

Characters faint for a variety of reasons, and understanding the common causes can help you decide when and why your character might lose consciousness. Below are the major categories that can lead to fainting, each with their own narrative implications.

Physical Causes

Blood Loss: A sudden drop in blood volume from a wound can cause fainting as the body struggles to maintain circulation and oxygen delivery to the brain.

Dehydration: When the body doesn’t have enough fluids, blood pressure can plummet, leading to dizziness and fainting.

Low Blood Pressure (Hypotension): Characters with chronic low blood pressure may faint after standing up too quickly, due to insufficient blood reaching the brain.

Intense Pain: The body can shut down in response to severe pain, leading to fainting as a protective mechanism.

Heatstroke: Extreme heat can cause the body to overheat, resulting in dehydration and loss of consciousness.

Psychological Causes

Emotional Trauma or Shock: Intense fear, grief, or surprise can trigger a fainting episode, as the brain becomes overwhelmed.

Panic Attacks: The hyperventilation and increased heart rate associated with anxiety attacks can deprive the brain of oxygen, causing a character to faint.

Fear-Induced Fainting (Vasovagal Syncope): This occurs when a character is so afraid that their body’s fight-or-flight response leads to fainting.

Environmental Causes

Lack of Oxygen: Situations like suffocation, high altitudes, or enclosed spaces with poor ventilation can deprive the brain of oxygen and cause fainting.

Poisoning or Toxins: Certain chemicals or gasses (e.g., carbon monoxide) can interfere with the body’s ability to transport oxygen, leading to unconsciousness.

3. The Stages of Passing Out

To write a realistic fainting scene, it’s important to understand the stages of syncope. Fainting is usually a process, and characters will likely experience several key warning signs before they fully lose consciousness.

Pre-Syncope (The Warning Signs)

Before losing consciousness, a character will typically go through a pre-syncope phase. This period can last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple of minutes, and it’s full of physical indicators that something is wrong.

Light-Headedness and Dizziness: A feeling that the world is spinning, which can be exacerbated by movement.

Blurred or Tunnel Vision: The character may notice their vision narrowing or going dark at the edges.

Ringing in the Ears: Often accompanied by a feeling of pressure or muffled hearing.

Weakness in Limbs: The character may feel unsteady, like their legs can’t support them.

Sweating and Nausea: A sudden onset of cold sweats, clamminess, and nausea is common.

Rapid Heartbeat (Tachycardia): The heart races as it tries to maintain blood flow to the brain.

Syncope (The Loss of Consciousness)

When the character faints, the actual loss of consciousness happens quickly, often within seconds of the pre-syncope signs.

The Body Going Limp: The character will crumple to the ground, usually without the ability to break their fall.

Breathing: Breathing continues, but it may be shallow and rapid.

Pulse: While fainting, the heart rate can either slow down dramatically or remain rapid, depending on the cause.

Duration: Most fainting episodes last from a few seconds to a minute or two. Prolonged unconsciousness may indicate a more serious issue.

Post-Syncope (The Recovery)

After a character regains consciousness, they’ll typically feel groggy and disoriented. This phase can last several minutes.

Disorientation: The character may not immediately remember where they are or what happened.

Lingering Dizziness: Standing up too quickly after fainting can trigger another fainting spell.

Nausea and Headache: After waking up, the character might feel sick or develop a headache.

Weakness: Even after regaining consciousness, the body might feel weak or shaky for several hours.

4. The Physical Effects of Fainting

Fainting isn’t just about losing consciousness—there are physical consequences too. Depending on the circumstances, your character may suffer additional injuries from falling, especially if they hit something on the way down.

Impact on the Body

Falling Injuries: When someone faints, they usually drop straight to the ground, often hitting their head or body in the process. Characters may suffer cuts, bruises, or even broken bones.

Head Injuries: Falling and hitting their head on the floor or a nearby object can lead to concussions or more severe trauma.

Scrapes and Bruises: If your character faints on a rough surface or near furniture, they may sustain scrapes, bruises, or other minor injuries.

Physical Vulnerability

Uncontrolled Fall: The character’s body crumples or falls in a heap. Without the ability to brace themselves, they are at risk for further injuries.

Exposed While Unconscious: While fainted, the character is vulnerable to their surroundings. This could lead to danger in the form of attackers, environmental hazards, or secondary injuries from their immediate environment.

Signs to Look For While Unconscious

Shallow Breathing: The character's breathing will typically become shallow or irregular while they’re unconscious.

Pale or Flushed Skin: Depending on the cause of fainting, a character’s skin may become very pale or flushed.

Twitching or Muscle Spasms: In some cases, fainting can be accompanied by brief muscle spasms or jerking movements.

5. Writing Different Types of Fainting

There are different types of fainting, and each can serve a distinct narrative purpose. The way a character faints can help enhance the scene's tension or emotion.

Sudden Collapse

In this case, the character blacks out without any warning. This type of fainting is often caused by sudden physical trauma or exhaustion.

No Warning: The character simply drops, startling both themselves and those around them.

Used in High-Tension Scenes: For example, a character fighting in a battle may suddenly collapse from blood loss, raising the stakes instantly.

Slow and Gradual Fainting

This happens when a character feels themselves fading, usually due to emotional stress or exhaustion.

Internal Monologue: The character might have time to realize something is wrong and reflect on what’s happening before they lose consciousness.

Adds Suspense: The reader is aware that the character is fading but may not know when they’ll drop.

Dramatic Fainting

Some stories call for a more theatrical faint, especially in genres like historical fiction or period dramas.

Exaggerated Swooning: A character might faint from shock or fear, clutching their chest or forehead before collapsing.

Evokes a Specific Tone: This type of fainting works well for dramatic, soap-opera-like scenes where the fainting is part of the tension.

6. Aftermath: How Characters Feel After Waking Up

When your character wakes up from fainting, they’re not going to bounce back immediately. There are often lingering effects that last for minutes—or even hours.

Physical Recovery

Dizziness and Nausea: Characters might feel off-balance or sick to their stomach when they first come around.

Headaches: A headache is a common symptom post-fainting, especially if the character hits their head.

Body Aches: Muscle weakness or stiffness may persist, especially if the character fainted for a long period or in an awkward position.

Emotional and Mental Impact

Confusion: The character may not remember why they fainted or what happened leading up to the event.

Embarrassment: Depending on the situation, fainting can be humiliating, especially if it happened in front of others.

Fear: Characters who faint from emotional shock might be afraid of fainting again or of the situation that caused it.

7. Writing Tips: Making It Believable

Writing a fainting scene can be tricky. If not handled properly, it can come across as melodramatic or unrealistic. Here are some key tips to ensure your fainting scenes are both believable and impactful.

Understand the Cause

First and foremost, ensure that the cause of fainting makes sense in the context of your story. Characters shouldn’t pass out randomly—there should always be a logical reason for it.

Foreshadow the Fainting: If your character is losing blood, suffering from dehydration, or undergoing extreme emotional stress, give subtle clues that they might pass out. Show their discomfort building before they collapse.

Avoid Overuse: Fainting should be reserved for moments of high stakes or significant plot shifts. Using it too often diminishes its impact.

Balance Realism with Drama

While you want your fainting scene to be dramatic, don’t overdo it. Excessively long or theatrical collapses can feel unrealistic.

Keep It Short: Fainting typically happens fast. Avoid dragging the loss of consciousness out for too long, as it can slow down the pacing of your story.

Don’t Always Save the Character in Time: In some cases, let the character hit the ground. This adds realism, especially if they’re fainting due to an injury or traumatic event.

Consider the Aftermath

Make sure to give attention to what happens after the character faints. This part is often overlooked, but it’s important for maintaining realism and continuity.

Lingering Effects: Mention the character’s disorientation, dizziness, or confusion upon waking up. It’s rare for someone to bounce back immediately after fainting.

Reactions of Others: If other characters are present, how do they react? Are they alarmed? Do they rush to help, or are they unsure how to respond?

Avoid Overly Romanticized Fainting

In some genres, fainting is used as a dramatic or romantic plot device, but this can feel outdated and unrealistic. Try to focus on the genuine physical or emotional toll fainting takes on a character.

Stay Away from Clichés: Avoid having your character faint simply to be saved by a love interest. If there’s a romantic element, make sure it’s woven naturally into the plot rather than feeling forced.

8. Common Misconceptions About Fainting

Fainting is often misrepresented in fiction, with exaggerated symptoms or unrealistic recoveries. Here are some common myths about fainting, and the truth behind them.

Myth 1: Fainting Always Comes Without Warning

While some fainting episodes are sudden, most people experience warning signs (lightheadedness, blurred vision) before passing out. This gives the character a chance to notice something is wrong before losing consciousness.

Myth 2: Fainting Is Dramatic and Slow

In reality, fainting happens quickly—usually within a few seconds of the first warning signs. Characters won’t have time for long speeches or dramatic gestures before collapsing.

Myth 3: Characters Instantly Bounce Back

Many stories show characters waking up and being perfectly fine after fainting, but this is rarely the case. Fainting usually leaves people disoriented, weak, or even nauseous for several minutes afterward.

Myth 4: Fainting Is Harmless

In some cases, fainting can indicate a serious medical issue, like heart problems or severe dehydration. If your character is fainting frequently, it should be addressed in the story as a sign of something more severe.

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Are you an author looking for writing tips and tricks to better your manuscript? Or do you want to learn about how to get a literary agent, get published and properly market your book? Consider checking out the rest of Quillology with Haya Sameer; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors! While you’re at it, don’t forget to head over to my TikTok and Instagram profiles @hayatheauthor to learn more about my WIP and writing journey! 

[novy2sirius]

MOON HOUSE CORE © novy2sirius

trigger warning: suicide, violence, eating, hypochondria, trauma, mental health issues ♡

this is just a random post abt things ppl with these placements could experience ♡

these r only abt isolated placements so take it with a grain of salt bc the whole chart matters ♡

a lot of these r experiences i’ve heard from my friends and ppl who’ve purchased readings from me directly ♡

moon in 1h core

not being able to hide ur emotions bc they’re literally evident on ur face, youthful beauty, constantly changing ur outlook on life depending on how u feel at the time, getting told u look young for ur age, getting mad bc boys/girls call u cute instead of hot, mothering everyone, likes to be pampered and babied, throws child-like fits if lower vibrational, being a lot like ur mom even tho sometimes u don’t wanna admit it, even if ur a boy having emotional responses like a teenage girl, growing up with parents that had anger issues so now u have anger issues, being asked if ur sad all the time by ppl when ur not even sad it’s just ur resting face, having a comforting aura, ur mood instantly being ruined the moment anything makes u insecure at all, looking good in light blue and white outfits

moon in 2h core

having a cute voice, wanting to spend all ur money bc u had a bad day and r emotional, eating bc u’re emotional af, ur comfort place being a restaurant/fast food spot, having a wife who brings lots of stability to ur life, having a good singing voice, feeling emotionally connected to inanimate objects such as ur stuffed animal, not feeling happy around ppl who bring instability to ur life, spending all ur money on things related to music/food, love language is gift giving and physical touch, not feeling loved by ur partner when they don’t hug u every second, feeling more comfortable around ppl who share the same values as u, only having a good work ethic when ur happy, caring abt ppl more when they spoil u with gifts

moon in 3h core

being extremely charming and able to persuade others easily, having a rly soft voice and being told u sound like a child, being scared to do anything when ur sibling/a companion doesn’t come with u, feeling more emotionally connected to ppl u share similar opinions/interests with, being more talkative around ppl when ur comfortable and quiet around random ppl, posting emo stuff on social media when u were in middle school, having a lot of the same interests as ur mom, being close with ur neighbors growing up and riding bikes with them around the neighborhood and selling lemonade on the side of the road, being obsessed with romance books

moon in 4h core

playing house a lot as a kid, either being rly close with ur mom or having extreme mommy issues, being obsessed with self care related things and not being able to go to sleep without doing ur skin care routine, being emotional just by existing, coming off as emotional even when ur not emotional, feeling deep emotion for ppl and feeling attached to them and then realizing that they don’t feel the same way bc u’ve literally only talked for a week and u just have a problem with getting attached to ppl easily, feeling most comfortable with people that make u feel feminine, being a talented nurse or realtor, having a very nurturing aura

moon in 5h core

having a lot of hobbies that don’t involve leaving ur house, being hot, ppl always telling u that u have celebrity/star vibes, having a bunch of creative ideas but being afraid to share them bc ur shy, being insanely dramatic and then later regretting it heavily, being a good actor, contemplating killing urself every time u got grounded as a kid bc ur dramatic, feeling happiest when ur by the ocean or water, being a hopeless romantic, falling in love w cancer placements but wishing u didn’t, loving mango/citrus flavored foods/drinks, being scared of violent video games and wanting to play sims or minecraft instead, being rly good with kids/kids naturally loving u, growing up with egotistical parents, rewatching the same films/shows over and over bc they bring u comfort

moon in 6h core

being able to tell how someone rly feels even when they try and hide it bc u can analyze ppl rly well, loves animals and feels better when they have an emotional support pet, love language is acts of service and gift giving, having rly bad anxiety any time u leave the house (and in general) these ppl r huge homebodies, being a hypochondriac and thinking ur gonna die every time u have a single bad physical health symptom and googling ur symptoms then becoming even more worried bc google says ur abt to have a heart attack, chronic overthinker

moon in 7h core

being rly charming and having a lot of secret admirers, being scared to come outside ur comfort zone without a companion/partner with u, being fruity af, making ur friends/lovers order food for u bc ur too shy to, wanting harmony/peace and hating when someone argues with u or tries to start conflict with u but unfortunately still managing to attract lots of enemies even when u try to avoid drama, being able to negotiate with others easily, trying to be nice to ppl and killing them with kindness and u still end up getting hurt, being attractive to society but insecure abt ur looks, feeling sad if u don’t look pretty at all times, moving to live near ur bf/gf bc ur too attached to be in a long distance relationship, hates hookup culture

moon in 8h core

being sexualized a lot, ppl randomly confiding in u abt their traumas when u didn’t even bring anything abt it up, not being able to hookup bc you’ll get too attached, having a lot of family trauma that has now affected u emotionally and made u rly defensive any time someone talks to u in a slightly off tone, being a witch, doing love spells on ur crush so they’ll like u, having dark humor, feeling like u wanna die on ur period and going insane and acting like another person and then when u go off it realizing how dramatic u were, getting a boob job, being sent d*ck/p*ssy pics a lot without even asking for them, getting inheritance from ur family, getting surgery when u were young, spiritually transforming the most when ur alone

moon in 9h core

wanting to leave ur home country and never come back, trying to run away as a kid and packing a bag then coming back bc ur scared after only getting half way down ur street, adapting to ur surroundings quickly and easily being influenced by others, having a closer connection with ur grandparents than ur actual parents, having good ethics and not vibing with ppl around u who don’t, having ur first romantic relationship in college, feeling more comfortable around cultures outside of ur own or feeling more emotionally connected to cultures outside of ur own, cutting out ppl quickly when they’re negative and when they don’t support ur plans in life, having a thing for athletic boys/girls

moon in 10h core

having a star-like quality, finding comfort in being a workhorse and working all the time and using it as a way to distract urself from all ur problems in life, feeling like life is meaningless if ur not constantly going out and doing things, trying to keep things private but they end up getting out anyway, having a reputation of being a softie, feeling closer to ur dad than ur mom or having extreme daddy issues no in between, leaving behind a legacy that inspires others and touches them emotionally, being talented in careers that r an emotional outlet for u

moon in 11h core

having a very friendly aura and being able to socialize well but still sometimes having a low social battery at the same time, having a lot of influence on others and attracting a lot of ppl that r fans of u, being easily influenced and sometimes easily manipulated, having a lot of mood swings, being emotionally unpredictable, fearing being alone/dying alone and ppl abandoning u, being able to social network rly well, being closer to a step/half parent than a biological parent, throwing the best house parties, forming closer emotional connections online than in real life, being closer to ur online friends than in person friends, having a deep desire for someone to just care abt u and give u attention

moon in 12h core

having a lot of dreams that weirdly predict things almost perfectly, being obsessed with the feeling of nostalgia but also hating it at the same time, having an ethereal beauty, using astrology as a way to get an explanation for ur trauma so u can feel more validated, falling into a deep depression every time u run out of shows to watch, imagining fake scenarios in ur head abt rly bad things happening and crying over it when ur bored, looking like a mermaid/man, dwelling on the past a lot, being able to mask rly well and pretend ur someone ur not and doing it sm to fit in that u don’t even know who u r anymore, struggling with mental health issues ever since u were a child and feeling like u were sad even as a kid but not knowing why, hearing ppl talk randomly when ur abt to fall asleep but no one’s there, having a lot of hidden enemies that u may have had a close emotional connection with before that end up stabbing u in the back, feeling alone even when ur not alone

comment if u want more of these 🗣️