I'm Happy You're Here

findingmyrecovery:

When you’ve lived through abuse it’s normal to come out feeling guilty about something. It makes you confront and aware of the darkest parts of you. You are not a bad person for having those things brought up. You are not alone in it. 

• You are not the only person who considered killing their abuser
  
• You are not the only person who knew their abuser was hurting someone else and still didn’t report them
• You are not the only person who has testified against a family member
• You are not the only person who didn’t fight back
• You are not the only person who DID fight back and hurt someone
• You’re not the only person who has refused to testify
• You’re not the only person who has lied to a teacher/parent/therapist/doctor about what happened
• You’re not the only person who has wished horrible things on your abuser

You’re not a bad person. You’re someone who has been mistreated and traumatized. You did what you could with what you knew at the time.

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zanemalicks:

dont forget baltimore, dont forget ferguson, dont forget nyc, dont forget freddie, dont forget mike, dont forget eric, dont forget rekia, dont forget renisha, dont forget all the countless black people who have been murdered by police, dont forget any of it. black lives STILL matter, do not forget that we STILL matter.

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I have to admit I get pretty upset when I hear people condemning other people for being “inauthentic” or “fake” or “showy.” If you grew up in a home where being who you were was safe and accepted, you’re really fucking lucky, but not everyone had that privilege. Some kids are taught from a really young age to hide who they are because who they are is worthy of and will provoke abuse. It takes a really, REALLY long time to unlearn that.

youknowyouareasurvivorwhen:

…when you’re happy when your abuser really crosses the line, when they do something truly and obviously abusive, because the rest of the time they’re using subtle forms of a kind of abuse that so many people think isn’t even real, and you finally have some validation that they’re as terrible as you’ve always thought they are.

When you’re happy when your abuser spits vile hatred at you and storms off in a rage because you finally know you aren’t a liar.

When I meet a new doctor…

thischroniclife:

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becomingathena:

starting a girl gang of girls aggressively supporting other girls so reblog if you want in because if we get enough people we’re getting jackets

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applebeveragesaur:

oh just so everyone knows: if you’re like me and you get anxiety whenever you see someone vagueblogging because you think it’s about you even though you never did anything remotely similar to what’s being talked about, it is always okay to pop into my askbox and ask if i’m talking about you, and i’ll say “no” and i won’t be annoyed or anything no matter how often this happens.

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newwavenova:

non-practicingbisexual:

fuckyeahbodypositivity:

kingforaking:

I’m doing a social experiment called ‘agreeing with boys when they compliment you’. 

the results: 

perf example of how uncomfortable boys are with women owning their own awesomeness. for many men, beauty, coolness, desirability are gifts they alone can bestow upon women. they get baffled, even aggressive when you show you’ve known you possess those things all along. 

i love this experiment! 

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oddstorykeepertime:

ideal-men:

Date a boy with black hair. Date a boy who wears scarves. Date a boy who left his small town life to be in the big city. Date a boy from a land of myth and a time of magic. Date a boy who has the destiny of a great kingdom resting on his shoulders. Date a boy whose name is Merlin.

Yeah take notes, boys

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