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Suicidal people deserve better than to be told the main reason they shouldn’t kill themselves is because of how it might affect others. Suicidal people deserve love and help, not guilt trips. Suicidal people deserve to feel like their life is worth living, worth fighting for.

Trauma responses can look like.. •Craving control. •Agreeing to things just to keep the peace. •Feeling responsible for others happiness. •Feeling on guard all the time. •Chronic feelings of emptiness. •Convinced something bad will happen. •Oversharing. #Trauma

Depression can look like: Forgetting basically messages. Scrolling for hours and remembering none of it. .Staring at the sink full of dishes and walking away. Putting on a fake smile because it’s easier than explaining. Sleeping all day but still feeling exhausted. Feeling numb,…

Trauma doesn’t just live in your head. It lives in your habits. In how loud noises make you flinch. In how you don’t ask for help because you learned not to. We’re not dramatic. We’re surviving muscle memory.

Unprocessed trauma feels like you’re stuck in a fucking loop trying to function in a world that keeps triggering your past like it’s still your present.” It’s fucked

Trauma isn’t just “bad fucking memories.” It’s: forgetting whole chunks of your past. It’s: reacting like your life’s in danger when it’s not. It’s: exhaustion after nothing even happened. It’s: never feeling safe, even in the safest of places. Stop telling people to “just move…

Mental illness doesn’t just hurt you. It makes you feel like a burden. Like you’re too much. Like you’re always apologising for existing. And some days, that guilt is heavier than the symptoms.

Trauma responses can also look like: • Constant people-pleasing. • Apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. • Assuming people are mad at you. • Struggling to make basic decisions. • Feeling like you’re “too much” and “not enough” at the same time. • Over-explaining…

Suicidal thoughts aren’t always I want to die. They’re also.. I feel trapped. I need a way out. I am a burden. What’s the point in life? I need to escape my thoughts. Nothing will ever get better. I see no future. I can’t bare this pain anymore. Am worthless. #SuicideAwareness

Some of us weren’t rebellious kids. We were just exhausted kids masking pain with silence.

So many people are walking around with pain they were never allowed to speak about. Untreated trauma becomes unbearable silence. This is why we talk about it. This is why we fight stigma.

Just heard someone say. The reason you overthink is because someone in your life you trusted and loved. Fucked you over so badly, so deeply. That you now have to question everything. I’m sorry if you understand.

Sometimes I isolate because I don’t want to dump my pain on anyone. Other times I isolate because I feel like no one would notice anyway. Both hurt. And both come from the same place — exhaustion.

Mental health spaces aren’t for everyone. If my honesty, diagnosis, and survival stories make you uncomfortable keep scrolling. I’m not here to entertain critics. I’m here to help people feel less alone.

“I don’t open up because it’s easy. I open up to show people they ain’t alone and they’re not the only one feeling this way. That’s why I do this. Honesty is heavy. But silence is heavier. When we tell the truth even trembling we help others feel a little less invisible. And…

Some people don’t understand the grief that comes with having to grieve the family you never had. The mother you needed. The father who never showed up. The safety you tired to create on your own. That grief is real. Very fucking real

People die of UNTREATED trauma everyday..... It's called suicide.

Survival mode made me functional. But it also made me numb, disconnected, and emotionally exhausted. That’s not strength, That’s not bravery it’s what happens when you never had a choice.

Sometimes when I disappear it’s because I’m trying to survive silently. No drama. No chaos. Just me, healing behind the scenes.

When someone says, “You just need to get over your past”. Oh, I would love to. But my brain is wired by trauma & won’t let me. It throws flashbacks at me like grenades. Triggers chaos. Sends me into fight, flight, or freeze. And while I’m battling memories I didn’t ask for,…

I fucking hate that my mental health has made me seem distant. Unreliable. Uncaring. Because none of that is true. I’m just trying to stay afloat in a body that feels like it’s drowning, and wants to die.