So I just found out that mental health cases in probate court stay open for the person's entire life. (At least that's how it works where I live.) That sucks, that a court will have a case open against me for my entire life.

Ugh, I'm having to address my romantic needs in therapy now. I hate this so much. I wish I could ignore that part of myself. Just, out of the picture. But that's not how this works. Bullshit. 😒

I need a brown-eyed, dark-haired girl to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I truly treasure every single one of the staff for showing me that my safety was important to them. It was a necessary experience that helped me shift my perspective. I am so grateful for their guidance. (2/2)

Today, I had someone tell me, "I hope to never see you again, but if I do, that's okay." She smiled as she said it, and I knew it came from a place of genuine compassion. Leaving psychiatric inpatient care is such a bittersweet experience. (1/2)

Honestly, I couldn't imagine going into court and claiming someone was sharing a nude pic of myself only to have to tell the judge that photo is from a YouTube video that I posted. Rory, you need to be conscientious of what you put out there. This whole thing was simple consequences of your actions.

I miss having a best friend. It seems like every friendship I try to form, people stop responding to me. I know life is difficult and it gets hard to stay in touch with friends, but it sucks that if I don't text first, it goes for days or weeks before someone texts me. I want to be wanted again.

My therapists are so great. Both my primary and my secondary therapist will be gone for two weeks over the holidays, and because I was in such a precarious mental state this past holiday, they've begun planning how to make sure I stay safe while they won't be in the office for those two weeks. 👉🏼👈🏼

I updated my safety plan with my primary therapist today in session. Hopefully it will be sufficient to help me avoid a trip to a psych hospital over this holiday weekend. 🙃

Dealing with suicidal levels of depression is so draining. The thoughts are there constantly. People promise to be supportive if I need it, but it never seems to actually pan out. So I suffer alone. It's how it has always been and always will be. I don't even reach out anymore. It's pointless.

hi bffs!

remember “MAPs” is not a valid identification and will never be accepted into the LGBTQIA+ community 🙂‍↕️❣️

To anyone from Gaza that has followed me: please know that I see each one of you. I see your stories. You are all individual people. I read every story. I care. I wish I could do more. I will help spread your story, and give when I can. Sorry if it takes me time to respond to individual messages. 🇵🇸💙

When your toddler clings to you, weeps in front of you from hunger, and then you look around and find nothing to fill your hunger, or your stomach gathers, you wish it would open up and swallow you,
we dont deserve what happens to us💔😣
gofund.me/a527a4d8

988 is a fucking joke

If you are coming from Facebook and wondering about the blocklists, here is an article that is a pretty good place to start. I had to Google it because I still can't seem to figure out how to find them in the app

boringstorybook.com/bluesky-mute...