Thank you, snoflake. <3

I’m sorry that you had to go through so much but congratulations on getting back up and becoming in control of your life again. I hope I’m as put-together as you sound.

Thank you so much for this. That was so great to read after how I’ve been feeling. I’ll try to keep your words in mind when I get down.

Thank you, Empress. I’m glad that you coped and made your own way back to doing well. It’s bullshit that treatment was so unaffordable for you but inspiring to know that you have continued to heal without that. Hugs.

I haven’t been in the same situation as you, but I’ve gotten a couple of scary diagnoses in my life (relating to physical and mental health). I’m basically going to say the same thing as itsnotthebeer. Getting the diagnosis is scary as hell and can make you feel trapped and broken, as you say. However, putting a name…

It’s entirely reasonable that you’re angry; sometimes, having a name to put on the things that have happened has that effect. Names have power; think of Rumpelstiltsken. To name something, traditionally, has meant to understand fundamentally the nature of the thing that is named; in a lot of mythology, to name…

It’s scary to hear, isn’t it, and know that you’ve lived with this big thing for so long? PTSD is a fuckingvelociraptorshitpile. I fucking hate it, but I also have grown to accept it as another part of myself that is slowly allowing me to deal with the shitty things I’ve lived through. One great thing about getting…

I’m so sorry that happened to you, but glad you’re making progress through therapy now - even if it’s the stage where you feel inexplicably worse because you can name/quantify some of the damage. You have every right to be angry.

Thanks! Having something to look forward to that’s only a couple of weeks away has been helpful. There’s a really vague plan for the future too...hangin in there!

Blurry pic, but she’s 10 weeks old today. Last 9 days have been really wet and rainy, and little girl cannot get her feet wet. Tough time for the floor. 12.6 pounds. Yikes!

TW: rape, therapy about it.

Wait wait am I out of the greys?

the thing that has helped me in the past is to always have a plan, both short-term and long-term. but also, keep living your life! hang in there!

Ugh I have definitely been there and I still am. We moved when I was 5 months pregnant so there was no point in me pursuing another job in early childhood because no one was going to hire me for few months before I take off a year with a baby. Now that baby is 8 months and I need to figure out what the hell I’m going…

Change is so hard. :( Good luck to you guys!

Well, I totally know that feeling. My husband and I are considering our next move, and we created so many different plans/ideas with pro/con lists on all of them. I think we have about 20 or 30 different options. Which one is right? Which one is best? which one is most likely to work out? etc.

One of my weekend assistants is the most useless slow human-shaped lump of silly putty I have ever met. I feel your pain. I always want to murder everything.

I know your pain, girl. Get some Ben & Jerrys up in there too and we are sharing the same evening. Drink away the pain and just delight in the fact that at least you know what the fuck you are doing :)

What kind of recipe for the veggies?

His caps lock button.