i sell books in my neighborhood that i write, i once wrote a 14 chater book,i never finished it bc i got too lazy, i posted 13 of the chapters on my last acc b4 my ex deleted the acc
I hate when people say “depression, anxiety, and PTSD don’t last forever” like it’s some comforting universal truth. Like they’ve cracked the code to my brain just by existing near a quote graphic.
How the hell would you know?
You don’t live in my body. You don’t wake up already exhausted. You don’t flinch at nothing. You don’t carry memories that won’t stay in the past no matter how much time passes. You don’t have a nervous system that learned pain as a survival skill. Stop calling it something people “outgrow.” Trauma isn’t a phase. Mental illness isn’t a bad mood. This isn’t a pair of shoes I’ll eventually size out of if I just wait long enough or “think positive.”
Maybe it changes for some people. Maybe it quiets down sometimes. Maybe they learn how to live around it. But that doesn’t mean it disappears. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean you get to tell someone who’s still drowning that “it won’t last forever” like that fixes anything.
That phrase isn’t comforting. It’s dismissive.
It says: I don’t want to sit with your pain, so I’ll promise a future I can’t prove. I don’t need hope packaged as a cliché.
I need people to stop pretending they understand things they’ve never had to survive.
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