DeadDaddyStories

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This blog is intended for personal use. I have the spent the past two years essentially developing a mental illness. In those two measly years, I have had two inpatient hospitalizations plus two more outpatient ones. I've unburied childhood sexual abuse and as a result, been made a monster in the eyes of my family. I have been armed with an arsenal medications and have been branded with Bipolar I Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder.

Tumblr critics and therapists alike say that we may over identify with our disorders. They warn us to not let them define us. However, mental illness does become part of our definition. While I do not let it limit me, it is a part of my identity. It shapes the way I view inequality. It's given me a voice that I've never had before. I am a nurse and Bipolar Disorder does not hinder my profession. Instead, it helps me identify with the patients other nurses have already given up on.

I’m not doing too good right now.

When you tell people the details of your trauma, they’re like:

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beautyinthebellejar:

And you’re sitting there like:

When people ask you about your first time:

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beautyinthebellejar:

On the outside, you’re like:

And inside, you’re like:

PTSD Probs:

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  • My reaction when something horrible happens: Eh, no biggie, whatever. I've lived through worse. Just brush it off.
  • My reaction when something minor happens: OH MY GOD, I CAN'T EVEN DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW. I'M DYING HELP ME

"I will never be anyone’s daughter."

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lovewillfreeyou:

it is so hard interacting and being in healthy relationships when you don’t know if people are treating you badly or your perceptions of people and reality are just really twisted

"you might b able to sell ur tickets on ebay, maybe?"

Asked by Anonymous

Yeah. I put them up on eBay and Craigs list too. For someone reason, I would much rather sell them to some one on tumblr. Tumblr people are just cooler lol

My friend bailed on me at the last minute which is basically the story of my life. But I can’t bring myself to go alone.  

Anyone want 3 day lolla tickets? I paid almost 800 for the two of them. If anyone can match that, message me and I’ll two day them to you. Or if anyone just wants one, let me know.

Reblog if you think your followers might be interested. I only have a small following .

My friend bailed on me at the last minute which is basically the story of my life. But I can’t bring myself to go alone.

Anyone want 3 day lolla tickets? I paid almost 800 for the two of them. If anyone can match that, message me and I’ll two day them to you. Or if anyone just wants one, let me know.

Reblog if you think your followers might be interested. I only have a small following .

I really can’t decide which is worse … My mother hating me or being fucking “undecided.” I’m your daughter. Whatever happened to unconditional love. And what what are the deciding factors? If I send you flowers, will you love me? Oh shit I forgot to text you back… Guess you hate me now. What the fuck? 

My mother is a cunt. And if people keep telling me to give her a chance, I’m going to have to start leaving them behind with her pathetic useless ass.

I know what the deciding factors are….
“Stop saying my husband raped you” will make me worthy of her love.”
“Keep saying my husband raped you” and she will continue to alienate me from my whole family.

I really can’t decide which is worse … My mother hating me or being fucking “undecided.” I’m your daughter. Whatever happened to unconditional love. And what what are the deciding factors? If I send you flowers, will you love me? Oh shit I forgot to text you back… Guess you hate me now. What the fuck?

My mother is a cunt. And if people keep telling me to give her a chance, I’m going to have to start leaving them behind with her pathetic useless ass.

I know what the deciding factors are….
“Stop saying my husband raped you” will make me worthy of her love.”
“Keep saying my husband raped you” and she will continue to alienate me from my whole family.

"I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it."

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