quotefeeling:
“As long as you are worried about what others think of you, you are owned by them.”
— Neale Donald Walsch (via thoughtkick)
do you have
any say
in your own choices?
only if you let go
of pleasing everyone else
consider others
but have the courage
to make choices that are best for all
including yourself
julesofnature:
“I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was grief.”
— Isaac Rowe
her real name
is never anger
it’s grief
or pain
or sorrow
or hurt
thoughtkick:
“Sometimes the greatest act of love is to walk away so that the other person can find their true self and direction again.”
— Leon Brown
love is not
just warm, fuzzy feelings
love is real
in doing what’s best for another person
even if it hurts
themindsjournalposts:
“When you complain you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it. All else is madness.”
— Eckhart Tolle
start with
accepting the current reality
you’re in the situation
because your choices,
your path, led you here
then seek to understand
your own choices
so you can make new, better ones
penbrydd:
Your periodic reminder that in people who have been subject to threats and punishment for having emotional responses or ‘inappropriate’ facial expressions, panic attacks look different.
They may look like the person has become calmer and less involved, dismissive, even. Some people become intensely subservient and silent. Some become catatonic.
Panic doesn’t always involve screaming, crying, and obvious signs of distress. It involves an extreme form of the person’s fear response – which can be altered by circumstance, ability, and what they’ve learnt to fear.
Which is to say, it’s not your place to decide someone isn’t having a panic attack, when they’ve told you that’s what’s happening.
curlyspoonie:
Oh, so that time I just couldn’t move or talk or anything and was basically catatonic was a really thing? Why am I constantly finding out that experiences I’ve had are not just me???
hollowedskin:
See also: being totally fine until reaching somewhere safe like your car, your house or your room.
That also includes seeming totally fine to YOURSELF. The amount of times i’ve been like, oh wow that went better than expected then closed the door and lost my fucking shit while going “but i was fine????”…
it’s a safety thing. you weren’t safe in public to be seen with emotions you could be punished for, and now you are.
genuinely being ok
is not the same
as holding your “ok” suit
together until you’re
somewhere private