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hi, does anyone wanna make the mega in the upcoming weeks? if so, reply to this post and i’ll add you to the list!
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okay
I’d take another round, stick me on the end.
ive successfully switched classes from an asshole teacher who took an insane problem with me to a class that seems to have a good and mature professor. Besides that whole debacle my week has been pretty good. I have a job now too!
I am smoothing
i am running out of room on my bed for more plushies and it is A Problem.
friday rice? friday rice
cw relationship trauma, anxiety (but this is good news!!)
I had the literal actual best fucking therapy appointment of my life yesterday, holy shit.
I have been struggling with like really bad anxiety lately, to the point where I’ve had trouble eating and sleeping. During a therapy appointment yesterday, I realized that a part of me was reliving a particularly horrible fight I had with my first domestic partner, in which I became quite physically ill after.
Since she’s a parts therapist, she suggested that this part of me that makes me feel sick from anxiety might be what’s known as an “Exile.” The way I’d describe it is “I’m not okay and I don’t know what’s going to make it okay.”
I can’t get nexted spoilers working, so skip this paragraph if you don’t want graphic imagery. I imagine it as a anthropomorphic heart with an arrow stuck in it, bleeding for 15 years, lol. (oh and most of the heart tissue is infected, too…)
She suggested that when I talk to people, I try to show up as my core self, instead of letting this part run things, and to treat it like I would a hurting friend.
So I sure did lose a couple of hours of sleep last night due to it flaring up, but I tried this method and despite being a bit sleep-deprived today, I feel absolutely great, the anxiety didn’t take over, and today I feel like its possible for me to heal from this traumatic memory.
Thanks for listening, chat, I just needed to share :)
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Friday RiceI just remembered a thing I used to do a lot. I’d have a thought about one of my lady friends that included the word “she” or “her” and it would stun lock me and I’d just sit there thinking about the word and sometimes even saying it out loud and admiring the way it sounded and wondering why he and him couldn’t sound as nice and thinking that unfair lol.
It’s so funny to me thinking back to how CLUELESS I was in comparison to how obvious things should have been
Managed to fix my sleep schedule, then I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and couldn’t sleep and now it’s fucked again
built some furniture for my wife
when the scam-caller calls you “ma’am”
I am happy to announce to you all that the last couple of days have been much better for me, overall
Not much of note gender-wise using a fresh razor helps so much good lordbut yea, I’ve gotten to feel like me again and its very nice.it’s bolshevikProglace now.
small nsfw
if this doesn’t make me eepy and/or horny i want a refund
I feel silly for feeling like this lmao but I’m honestly so happy that I just got a nice used car
My old one was almost as old as I am and is falling apart and just a total POS at this point
The new (old) car is like ten years old and nothing fancy really but it’s well maintained and clean and in really good condition and I somehow got it for 4 figures and it feels like an unfathomable amazing luxury to my broke ass that’s used to everything in my life being frustrating shitty bullshit
Driving it home I was amazed by how nice the interior is and how it smells nice instead of faintly moldy and I felt like, underdressed for how nice it feels to me? Like this is a car somebody with their shit together probably drives and I’m a weirdo mess but goddamn this is one of the best things that’s happened to me in ages and I’m really happy about it
slept for 12 hours
