Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.
You can love your abuser. Your abuser can love you. That does not do anything to excuse their abuse nor make you any less of a victim.
My mother is “only” intermittently verbally abusive towards me, but she’s been abusive enough that it’s had a lasting effect on me. I know she cares and worries about me, even if her methods of “helping” often end up making me feel worse. When she’s in a good mood, I enjoy spending time with her and occasionally look to her for advice. However, I know my relationship with her (and the rest of my family) isn’t healthy and has been hurting me for years. I love my mom, she loves me. That doesn’t change the fact that her actions were abusive nor that my pain is very much valid.
I needed this.
More people need to understand this. Including my abuser (my mom).
if you close your eyes right before the train hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.
I always reblog this I just love it so much
I can never open my eyes after this, i really feel like im dead and i feel so peaceful and happy
Okay, when you die you feel neither peaceful nor happy. You are dead, you feel nothing. This is NOT a good attitude to have. Don’t romanticize death, because it’s painful. No matter who you are, when you die you will rip someone’s world appart, and no one should be romanticizing and wishing for that. In addition, I don’t imagine being HIT BY A TRAIN would be a peaceful way to go, you might not die on impact, and so would be left lying on the tracks in unimaginable pain until you bled to death, your entire body broken and bleeding, most of your bones completely shattered. Stop making things like this out to be wonderful, and happy, and good. Dying is none of those things unless you are suffering from cancer. When you die you aren’t peaceful or happy, you are dead. And you’ve left all the people who love you to pick up the pieces of their lives and try to fit them back together without you, while they wonder what they could have done to keep you here. Don’t romanticize death, it’s not romantic.
Let me tell you a story. Once their was a boy who was very sad. Most nights he would hurt himself because he felt so bad. One day he stumbled across the place where all of his old stuffed animals were being kept. He smiled as he looked through all of his old friends. He thought to himself, “Maybe I should try bringing one of these to sleep tonight” He hesitated for a second because he is a big kid and big kids don’t cuddle stuffed animals. He chuckled as he grabbed his favorite bear and hid it under his pillow for later that night. He went to bed and began to hurt himself like every night. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw his little friend peeking out from behind the pillow. The boy began to cry. Luckily his old friend who used to hug him when he was sad rested his head on the boy. The boy cried into his little buddy’s shoulder all night. The next day the boy thought to himself, “I don’t want my little buddy to get lonely. Maybe he needs some company.” The boy went to his stuffed animals and grabbed a long eared rabbit that he used to play with. He giggled as he skipped to his room and hid the bunny next to the bear. That night the boy was sad again, but just when he was going to hurt himself like always, he saw his friends under his pillow. He couldn’t hurt himself. Not with them there. He cuddled with his friends and they began to talk to each other like they used to. That little boy never sleeps alone now and he stopped hurting himself too. He also has a huge pile of friends, tumbling over the side of his bed, because sometimes, big kids need friends too.