#sorry for the sad post

[deepvoid-mlm]

Hold me, make me forget the hollow feeling in my chest. I’m so tired, and I need someone to caress my hair and tell me it’s going to be okay. I know it’s never going to be perfect but a man can dream, right? Please stay by my side through the worst of it. Sit with me while I’m anchored in place by the numbness in my chest.

[doffyflamingo]

Miss you..

[msjarvis]

My Nonna is in the hospital.

Unfortunately, her conditions are serious and there is nothing more that can be done. My family and I are just waiting for the call from the doctors, hoping that she can pass through as lightly and as painlessly as possible.

In this strange moment of waiting, and in the pain that I am not able to feel at the moment but that will surely come, I want to thank you…

Because without knowing it, with your stories, with your reblogs, with your posts you are giving me the opportunity to distract myself and make the darkness less dark.

So, in the season of giving thanks… thank you. Truly. 🫂

[pseudonemisis]

Love how in some awful twist of fate I feel equally broken for not wanting sex and for wanting a partner. Like, it feels strangely pathetic for me to crave affection and even worse that I refuse to pay for it in the way society usually deems necessary

[mortuary-reads]

Currently sobbing to "Good Luck, Babe!" Because I have no idea who I am.

[otakusheep15]

Hey everyone. Kind of a sad post today, so feel free to ignore if that’s not your thing.

Today is the day my dog, Noodles, is being put down. It’s happening in a few hours, and I’m absolutely heartbroken. I grew up with this dog, and I can’t imagine my life without her. In honor of her last day, here’s a few pictures of her so that she’ll be remembered.

All of these are fairly recent, but they’re some of my favorites. I hope y’all love her as much as I do.

[shesaidhello-hello]

sometimes u think you are miserable beacuse u are at home and hate ur parents, and then u leave to go to a place where they care about you and u still carry the loneliness with u

[paranormaltheatrekid]

I am only now realizing that my coping mechanisms are not good

[book-of-kingdom-hearts]

Life does not like me, and i'm not liking life.

But mostly i'm not liking myself.

It's been a hard couple of months. Filled with problems at home, body dysmorphia, autism burn out and extremely hightend anxiety.

Just when I started to feel ok ish, life just brought me down again.

Honestly don't know what to do with myself.

It's so hard to explain. There is no anger or hatred, just pure sadness.

To have something you have been looking forward to and working towards to, something that helped you hold on to, made you happy and feel whole to then have the possibility of it not happening and it being taking away....

I feel no anger to anything or anybody,i'm just not liking myself. I feel like i'm constantly messing up, doing or saying the wrong suff.

Like whatever i do will never be good enough. Idk if that feeling stems from my autism and nvld, cpdsd or a combination of both or something completely else.

And i feel like i can't talk bout it with anybody in my personal life. Would not even know how to properly explain it.

[theocddiaries]

Living with ocd is basically living your days without knowing which new or old obsession your brain is going to choose to ruin a good streak that felt too long to be true.

Living with ocd is basically talking in a foreign language that no one understands and is always misinterpreted for those who have claimed to know me better than myself and suffer because of my condition more than myself.

In my case, living with ocd is to suffer in silence, because there could be no one that could be struggling harder than my ''mother'', for calling her something. For her, it's always a battle and competition for the attention. And I'm sick of hiding my suffering and still feeling so guilty about having ocd, of not being able to overcome it overnight because, according to my ''''mother''' I'm not putting enough effort to get better, unlike her.

[astbitesthedust]

It’s done, we haven’t spoken in months but I finally said my last goodbye to the best friend I have ever had and probably ever will have, after I made a mistake big enough to end a nearly decade long friendship I’ve thought about them every night and every day since, I hope sending that message which I know they will never read is enough to let me move on, thank you rose, and I’m sorry, and I hope you’re okay, and goodbye

[ramblesbiab]

I think one of the scariest feelings for me is staring at an assignment I’ve barely started and feeling a creeping voice in the back of my head quietly telling me that I should probably consider various types of medication that have been offered to me, primarily depression, anxiety, and ADHD. I’m so scared of the idea of being dependent on even more things, because I already feel anxious having to take estrogen and t-blockers due to it making me feel like I’m not a real woman, so adding even more, especially because depression ones might cause me to gain weight, my largest overwhelming insecurity, seems terrifying. Maybe I just need to be actually, fully honest with my therapist about how I feel on a daily basis and see if that changes the recommendation from light to stronger.

[bettygemma]

Long time mutuals might recall the occasional post about our beloved cat, who we adopted after a 'failed cat sitting arrangement' (we kept her).

She has been battling cancer for a number of years and we decided on Saturday that it was time to let her go.

Rip fluffy girl we miss you so much.

[growing-past-me]

I’m so mentally exhausted to be constantly outputting art in hopes someone sees it and likes it enough to commission me. It’s heart breaking to get so little notes on my art because I know it’ll reach no one.

[tonedeafkunst]

there's a story that I always tell about my last year of high school. Casually I'd had no missed days up until an old uncle of mine died and I took a day off from school to go to his funeral. We weren't very close but he was a good man that I respected and loved.

When I came back the next day I asked my friends what they'd done in English class and my teacher must have heard me, because he commented it would have been more useful had I been there that day. I was taken aback cause this was an empathetic teacher I admired and that was only nice and understanding to us. Obviously, he couldn't have known, but that's why it hurt twice as much that he thought he knew what was happening when he didn't.

I was thinking about this and then I remembered that a year ago my teacher died too, way too early and struck down by cancer, and I skipped uni to go to his funeral. Multiple days in fact, going back to my hometown travelling half the country. And I wasn't the only one- there were TENS of current and old students who came to his funeral and spoke about him and what he'd meant. And I just wish I could have told him, this is what we do to people we love. Not out of anger, I just... I don't know. I wish I could let him know I skipped something important for him too

[sweetdeedra]

using my "coping skills". making yoyos in bed it is honestly getting really hard to continue on and the only thing that brings me any calm is textile today has been the by far hardest day i pray for peace someday in my life