What has you shaking your head lately?

I'm horribly depressed so my Instagram algorithm is constantly recommending me reels about self-improvement and whatever. It's mostly shit but I got one yesterday, it's an account where this very pretty lady starts every video with "hey baby" and then gives some sort of little motivational talk or does a quick meditation thing, then ends it with "I hope to see you tomorrow." She knows 100% what she's doing but man... I'm just gonna simp for a bit anyway lmao

I hate how my mom thinks I'm gonna wear these fugly clothing combos like no b-h you have no fashion sense NOBODY in the world is looking at you with your rainbow cheetah print 2010 shorts. You think I'm gonna wear that ugly ahh neon pink skirt to the vday dance HELL NAH that skirt can go burn with the rest of the clothes u wont let me throw out. then u complain that I have too many clothes THEN LET ME THROW OUT THESE UGLY AHH 4TH GRADE SHIRTS IM GOING TO HIGHSCHOOL IN LIKE 4 MONTHS LET ME LIVE anyway yah I didn't wanna send this to my friend cuz my dad can check my stupid messages.

I'm so done with my mom's toxic behavior!
For years, I've been dealing with her constant criticism, her belittling comments, her emotional manipulation... and I'm exhausted.

I've tried to talk to her about it, to set boundaries, to explain how her behavior is affecting me... but she just won't listen.

She always turns it around on me, makes me feel guilty for even suggesting that she's the one who's wrong... and it's like, NO, MOM, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S CRAZY HERE!

I'm starting to realize that I deserve better. I deserve a mother who loves and supports me, who encourages me to be my best self... not one who constantly tears me down.

So, should I cut my mom out of my life? I don't know... but what I do know is that I need to prioritize my own well-being, my own happiness... and if that means distancing myself from her, then so be it.

#ToxicParent #EmotionalAbuse #SettingBoundaries #SelfCare

I'm so tired of people not understanding the impact of rape on women. Like, seriously tired. I've been dealing with the aftermath of my own rape for years, and it's exhausting.

I'm not going to speak for all victims, because everyone's experience is different. But I can speak for myself, and I'm going to.

It sucked. It still sucks. Rape ruins you. It takes away your sense of safety, your trust in others, your confidence. It leaves you with PTSD, anxiety, depression. It makes you feel like you're all alone, like no one understands what you're going through.

And you know what makes it even worse? When people blame you for it. When they call you a sl*t, or say you were asking for it. When they tell you that you're the one who ruined the family, just because you had the courage to speak out.

I remember being in high school, trying to navigate my PTSD while dealing with all the normal teenage drama. It was hard. So hard. I didn't know how to manage my flashbacks, my nightmares, my anxiety attacks. I felt like I was all alone, like no one understood what I was going through.

And the worst part is, people still don't get it. They still don't understand that rape is not just a physical act, but a psychological one as well. They don't understand that it's not just about the victim, but about the perpetrator too. They don't understand that it's a crime, not just a "mistake" or a "misunderstanding".

So, to all the people out there who think they understand what it's like to be a rape victim, let me tell you: you don't. You can't. Unless you've been through it yourself, you can't possibly understand the depth of pain, the complexity of emotions, the struggle to heal.

But what you can do is listen. Listen to our stories, listen to our struggles, listen to our voices. Believe us when we tell you what happened. Support us as we navigate the aftermath. Advocate for us when we can't advocate for ourselves.

Because, at the end of the day, that's what we need. We need people to understand, to listen, to believe. We need people to care.

#RapeSurvivor #PTSD #MeToo #BelieveSurvivors #SupportSurvivors #ListenToUs

I’m not okay but i don’t feel like i’m allowed to express it at all without being relentlessly mocked or invalidated.

Man these so called fat people clinics be so damn stupid. like u go in thinkin maybe u gonna get some real help, maybe feel better about urself, and then boom – they act like bein fat is the root of every single thing ever. like "oh u tired? it's the fat. ur ankle hurts? too much fat. ur LIFE a mess? yep, cuz fat." like bruh what???they don't listen, they don't care, just slap some dumb diet sheet at u like that’s gonna magically fix everything. half the time they talk to u like u don’t even got a brain. like hello??? i know how to eat a vegetable, thanks tho.
and don’t even get me started on the judgy stares and fake smiles. like wow congrats on makin ppl feel worse about they self when they ALREADY felt like trash comin in. so helpful. 10/10 experience.
fat ppl don’t need to be fixed, we need to be treated like humans. not some before picture in a cringe ad. get it together.

my fkn axle broke lil bump in the road and BOOM now my whole front end leanin like it’s had enough of life too. truck lookin like it need a casket and guess what? i ain’t got no damn money to fix it. no savings. no backup plan. just this busted ass truck. tow truck? that sh*t cost money. repairs? money. even sittin here breathin feel like it cost money. i’m sick.
this truck the only way i get to work, get groceries, do ANYTHING. and now it’s sittin there like a 2-ton paperweight. i can't even afford to be mad right, i’m just tired. like real tired.
people be like “just get it fixed” like yeah cool lemme go shake the money tree out back behind my imaginary house.



i’m just broke. tired. and now carless. f*ck it.

In NY,... Fuck a cops wife LOL, I did

so please bare with my grammar. so ive been feeling severely insecure about many things. before i was just chill and i dont even care much of how i look like. but `when my bf confesses to me that he likes our cm(ye fck). i knew it at first i open things up to him with his wandering eyes but he told me i was delusional. when it happened he promised that he will change but i dont feel it and i just feel worst and worst in our rs. but i cant leave, i gave everything to him. i cant let go. help:

I'm so fucking tired.
I try as hard as I can but I always ruin everything.
I'm way past the point where I genuinely believe that the world would be a better place if I was dead.
I don't want to kill myself but I feel like I should have done it a long time ago.