you have to get yourself out of bad places. you need to resist the temptation to let everything slip and become apathetic & cynical toward yourself and your life. you need to accept that it takes time to change and it’s ok to fall over as long as u get back up. every morning is a new start and things don’t have to be this way forever. you can heal and you can change.
don’t let anyone make you feel bad for a comfort items! your security blanket? your stuffed animal? your collections? your lucky socks? all have value and are all incredibly valid and important!
Image 2: “You’ve come a long way since the parts of your life that you were toxic! You don’t have to hate yourself anymore! It’s okay for you to be happy!”]
Little message of hope for those afraid to come out to their friends.
My core friend group: cis bros.
Dude bro cis bros. Chicks. Drinks. Games. Gym. Those were my pals.
So, as you’d imagine, I was a little afraid to come out to my boys, and left it at “I might be gay or something, idk.”
When I bit the bullet and came out as a trans chick, none of them were surprised.
In terms of “adjustment”, there wasn’t any. And each one of them worked hard to understand, brush up on terms, learn more about transgender things, and even went as far to chastise each other for “a weak pronoun game.”
They complimented me when I felt down, encouraged me to try new things, and the only way my friendship with them changed is that our bonds grew even stronger.
There is no perfect formula for coming out, and no matter what your relationships or circumstances, you’re well in your rights to feel a little nervous.
It’s perfectly okay, but the ones you love can truly surprise you in amazing ways you never thought were possible.
Best wishes to any of you waiting for your moment. Love, Tina
i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers
i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently
survivors of abuse have limits that can change very frequently. sometimes we’re less sensitive to triggers, while other times we’re more sensitive. i want to remind all of you: just because you’re feeling more sensitive today or any other day doesn’t mean you’re weak. it doesn’t mean you’re no longer making progress. it means that today your limits are just a little bit lower than usual. if you panic about something that normally wouldn’t bother you at all, you’re not weak. there are ups and downs in recovery, good days and bad days. you aren’t weak. you’ve made it this far, and just for that, you are so strong. i’m proud of you.
I love being a woman. A capital G Girl. A fine young lady. It’s great that I identify as a woman and am One! Isn’t it just a wonderful day when you wake up and realise “Hey! Am girl!” What an age we live in.
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