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I not OK. *Got woken up by doggies barking wildly after terrible sleep & Nightmares*.

Few Clouds, 14°C

I not OK. Got woken up by doggies barking wildly after terrible sleep & Nightmares.

Feeling scared, vulnerable, dread. I don’t like any of this. This is how I felt when I had occocuses.

I miss my iPad. It was my friend. I talked to it, via this app or WordPress, or Dailyo. The Phone isn’t quite the same. That was Boo’s iPad. No other will be that. And now, I don’t even know what’s happening to it. Or what’s going to happen to it. I don’t like that either.

I’m in another Hell after yesterday. It was a big day and a long day. Now, I am suffering greatly for it, indeed… 😓😢🥺😖😳😟😣 I didn’t even get to have Squishes this morning, because Mam scared me. I got startled awake by the dogs, who kept on barking, an nobody was answering my Hangout texts. At least they answer the iMessages ones…

I got so scared, then the pain flared up into far too much, and then became No Touch. So, they threw that one out the window for me too… 🥺😖😟😣😢😢😢

So, now I hurt. In pain inside and out. My body and Feels really harming me 😢😢😢

My hand is irritating me now, too… (See pics). The feels are of burning and the scabs are flaking and are getting caught. I don’t want to take them off, in case I hurt myself without realising.

Also, the Right Shoulder is hurting me, and I’ve been scratching at it… Another one under way at all…? 🥺😟

Right now I am in agony and feeling Utterly Resentful at how much I am forced to rely on unreliable people for my basic needs and pain control. I am Vulnerable. Helpless. Reliant.

Needed Squishies from Mam and I got none.

Needed a shower yesterday to undo the pain I now have to endure instead, because no one has come to get me a usable shower yet.

There’s no Self Respect. No Dignity. There can be No Shame, otherwise you’die inside so very completely.

It takes nearly a day of morohine boosters to get me anywhere.

 

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TMI

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Overwhelmed. TMI’d up to the hilt. My Mind has been blown to pieces… and then those pieces have been blown up too.

I can’t even… You know, I am buzzing on the inside… I mean literally, like every cell has its own TENS machine or Thumper Wand.

Too much everything. There’s no time to think. No time to wind down. There’s no time to Sleep – and they come with Nightmares anyways.

I’m blacking out – because All of This is just Too Damned Much. I am dying inside. I don’t want to know about any of this. The Pain is Ridiculous. The Emotional Turmoil is Overwhelming and Pathetic.

I need Space. Headspace. Peace – from the Chaos, the noise, the constant haranguing. Something always has to be done. Or noted. Or talked about. There’s always a Ping. There is always someone talking. Then there’s people walking in and out of my room, as they please, talking about stuff they could message me with.

Things keep happening and going very, very wrong… A continuous chaotic cacophony of Mind-Blowing, Brain-Breaking Stress, that just seems to never, ever end

Nothing goes right. Nothing goes easy. Nothing I do is *enough. And worse of all, is that I can’t stop other people from messing with my head, giving me Meltdowns, frightening me, Badly Shocking me, or breaking The Rules and Harming MeDestructive, Harmful, Destroying.

I haven’t stopped. I’ve been going, going, going, and haven’t even barely taken a breath for myself… Everything takes time away from me. There is no rest. There is no peace to steal. There is no respite. There is no Mercy

The Agony… The abundance of TMI… It has me blacking out into hallucinating unconsciousness; one that is uncomfortable and frightening.

Physically, I can’t move. Breathing is difficult. I am “imprisoned” in my Room again. I am Resentful, Frustrated, Hateful, Forced into this… The Agony is Unbearable.

These Feels are… Heavy… And I don’t like them. I only want them to go away.

#pain #chaos #drowningfeels #sensoryoverload #agony #despairing #stressed #drained #dragondisappointment #anxiety #asd #tmi #fatigue #helplessness #aggitated #exasperation #exhaustion #frustration

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