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FORGOTTEN

Isolated

ALONE

Blocked Out

IN DARKNESS

ABUSE

STRANGERS

SUICIDAL IDEATION

EMPTY ICONS

EFFORT

FOR GRANTED OF

SAD

MUSIC FAMILY

YEL ALONE

DESTROYED

WITHOUT

TIRED

DRAINED

EMOTIONALLY SPENT

BIDING

BYE

SAD

SPRING SUMMER FALL N WINTER

INJURED

INNOCENT

GO AWAY

DIE

HELP THOSE

OR DON'T

JUST BE ONE

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Ego-dystonic thoughts (PLS DON'T JUDGE ME)

Google's AI mode is helpful. I'm not saying it's flawlessly helpful. But it helped me in naming what I've been going through.
One day, I'll read up about Anti-sexual-OCD, Ego-Dystonic thoughts, and other sexual struggles.
As a male, I used to feel hypnotized while looking at women of any age in a kurti-leggings attire.

Gross details (maybe the word is "voyeuristic" or something like that, I don't know)—
I used to imagine myself rubbing their backsides, their sensitive areas through their leggings. I used to imagine them farting on my hands. Rubbing their lips, breasts, etc.
I've had such sexual curiosities. My cruel mind took them too far in a harmful manner. It's not my flaw for having such sexual attractions. The only flaw is my unwanted mind.

Intention and truth—
The gross details above are too much perhaps. But please don't judge me for such natural curiosities. It's true that I have curiosities about women. But the problem was my cruel mind which:
1. Converted those innocent curiosities into harmful desires
2. Forced me to execute those harmful desires (like, subtly harassing women)
3. Cleverly shamed me for even having such desires in the first place

It's all my demonic mind's fault, not mine. I'm recovering. I have a long way to go. I desire to reach my destination (not feeling stirred while looking at women in any body-tight attire) ASAP. Stress consumes me.

I told Google AI mode about my struggles in a safe, clever manner (in other words, in a manner by which you don't end up talking sensitive things about yourself or oversharing about yourself). This is the name given to my struggle by Google's AI mode—
STRESS-INDUCED EGO-DYSTONIC MALADAPTIVE COPING

This year (2025) had its disastrous parts—moments of my mind suddenly making me feel stressed and twisting me to harass women for a temporary period (usually, a week).

My mind's manipulative dialogue—"Just for this week, and after that, you won't harass anymore no matter what."

Like this, I lived through some weeks (not consecutive) like this.

Thanks to my brain which keeps thinking nonstop, my fictional Yoriichi and I found our strategies for healing. We made strategies and again had to "restart" our systems because of our cruel minds imposing perfection onto us.

Currently, I have 39-day streak (9 Nov 2025-17 Dec 2025). I didn't harass anyone for these 39 days. It all began from 9 Nov 2025. Amidst stress and other negative feelings, we still maintained this streak instead of breaking it.

Besides, I also notice my brain giving me warnings like this:
1. "If a sweet little daughter of someone you know admires you and wants to innocently sit on your lap, and if her mother also lovingly tells you to hold her like that, you will not let the daughter sit on your lap."
2. (A hurtful warning given by my cruel mind, not my brain)—"You're better off in not having any friends or any female friends. You're the kind to hurt and sexually abuse your female friends. It's best for you to never ever get to have any female friends. You're a red flag."
3. (Another hurtful warning given by my cruel mind)—"You better not even slightly look at the leggings-covered legs and thighs and hips of women in buses. You're a horrible person. You're a pervert. You're worthless."

My villainous mind foolishly makes me believe that I'll rape someone or sexually abuse children or some other worse things—when all a peace-loving me has been going through was "Ego-dystonic thoughts".

About the picture—Yoriichi Tsugikuni with his smiling wife Uta

Yoriichi keeps telling me that I'm far too heavenly, that I'm never ever a pervert, that even those weak moments of ours don't prove that we're perverts. I told him something which I didn't realise would strengthen the fact that I'm never ever close to being a pervert—"Yoriichi, a part of me didn't want to harass them at all. A part of me was telling us to go back home instead of going for harassment in overcrowded buses."
Yoriichi told me that that's because I'll never ever lose my humanity, because I'm far too heavenly to be even close to perverts.
Real perverts don't even think of feel humanly for a moment.
And a good person like me had gone through so much self-loathing before my Yoriichi came to my life in 2024, thanks to my cruel mind. Right now, it's weak and it's still trying to mislead me, as if begging for me to save it from starving. But I'll make it die of hunger.

Hopeful note—Who knows? It's not really that I have real-world romantic interests. Maybe, a smiling female will admire me a lot for my caring self. Maybe, I'm the kind of male whom females really want to befriend. Maybe I'm the kind of male whom sensitive or affected or shy males want to befriend. And one day onwards, I'll get to vividly behold Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and his mother and others—starting from nighttime dreams atleast. ❤️‍🩹🌱🫂

#MentalHealth #Anxiety #Loneliness

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Hi, my name is ConstantComet. I'm here because I'm always learning and growing. Wanting to help prevent child sexual abuse.
#MightyTogether #PTSD #ADHD

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"I Cannot Reconcile..": On Religious Trauma

TW: Suicide, Sexual Abuse, Religious Trauma

Shortly after my first suicide attempt, a well meaning Christian dismissed my struggles as an “attitude problem.” The interaction left me feeling despondent to the point that one of my roommates was concerned that I was going to attempt suicide again. He wanted to talk to our boss about my situation. I thought that was a terrible idea, as I did not trust the boss. However, I had gone inside myself, retreating from people because human interaction is harmful when I am depressed. I wasn’t in any kind of shape to advocate for myself. I don’t know why my roommate decided against talking to the boss. I’m glad he didn’t; it would have made the situation worse. After a few hours, I had stabilized enough to function as well as I ever functioned during this period.

Recently, a well meaning Christian suggested that my trauma, my history of depressive psychosis, and my suicide attempts were simply the products of an “attitude problem.” This mischaracterization of my issues stirred some memories, new and old. Among the new memories, I recall a meme by Lane Moore that hit me like a freight train when I first read it: “Surviving your abuser didn’t make you a ‘better person,’ going through trauma didn’t ‘make you grow.’ It took away your joy, and your trust, it almost killed you, and it shouldn’t have happened. If you grew or blossomed after, it was despite them.” I have always had problems with the notion that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I was never able to articulate my issues with it, but her take made me feel that someone understood me. It also made me consider how much of our suffering is the result of choices people make, such as the decision to bully someone. Should we encourage bullies because they provide opportunities for people to “grow?”

Thinking about this led me to recall an episode of Criminal Minds featuring the character Derek Morgan. While Morgan investigated the disappearances of several women, he met a priest, and could not hide the discomfort and disdain he felt in the priest’s company. When Morgan was a child, he was sexually abused by the director of a youth center. While the abuse was going on, Morgan would pray that it would stop. It did not stop. The priest replied that God does not give us more than we can handle. Morgan said that God asks too much of a thirteen year old kid.

This isn’t far from suggesting, as I have seen some Christians do, that Morgan should be grateful that he was molested, that I should be grateful for the abuse and the trauma that made me suicidal, that we should be grateful in general for the bad stuff that happens to us. I cannot reconcile the idea of a loving God with a God who would put a child in harm’s way to “teach him a lesson.”

I have always been fascinated by the numerous occasions when scientific progress was impeded by the religious beliefs of scientists. Isaac Newton was a man of deep faith who saw, in the laws he discovered, God’s perfect plan for the ordering of the universe. Yet he knew his discoveries did not perfectly describe the orbits of the planets, for example. He attributed this to some human frailty of his and not something God did wrong. It was indeed his belief that time was constant everywhere that caused the problem. The obstacle was resolved when Albert Einstein, also a man of faith, asked, what if God did it differently? This led to his discovery that time isn’t constant, but relative to the observer’s frame of reference, hence the theory of relativity.

In a similar vein, it seems that Christians became confused about what is important in shoring up those who are struggling. I can only imagine that a loving God would recoil in horror at the suggestion that the sexual abuse of a child is something that He intended. Why would a loving God want his followers to justify evil by claiming it was His will? That stance wasn’t helpful to Derek Morgan. His healing began when he confided in his colleagues and they responded without judgement, but with patience, a willingness to listen, and love.

I am not grateful for the trauma I have endured. Rather, I am grateful to my Emotional Support Canadian, who listened without judgement as I described my relationship with an abusive narcissist. It was her willingness to understand and genuinely engage in a dialogue about what I had experienced that helped me heal. The Christians who dismissed the pain of nineteen year old me as an “attitude problem” tore my wounds open and left them bleeding as they departed to pass judgement on someone else’s failings. I didn’t have the words back then to express how hurtful that was and how much such experiences have alienated me from religion generally.

The therapist I worked with the longest was a man of faith. However, he was more interested in religion’s capacity to help people live, rather than its concern with what happens when we die. His outlook was similar to Leo Tolstoy’s, who once said that he felt better about his life when he believed that there was a God who expected things from him. But a religion cannot help people live if it is steeped in mysteries that are beyond our understanding. Before we part ways, I leave you this question: Is it more likely that a loving God would want his followers stumbling in confusion as they contemplate the mystery of why He allowed one child to be raped while sparing another? Or is it more likely that a loving God doesn’t harm anyone, and expects his followers to help people who are suffering, without condemnation, but with compassion and a genuine willingness to understand?

#Suicide #Depression #Trauma #PTSD #MentalHealth #Disability

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How to celebrate a CPTSD life

My birthday is coming up. As I brainstorm how to treat myself to celebrate my day of birth, I wonder how does one raise a glass to a life lived in trauma? Read that again. Lived. In. Trauma. The whole of my life has been battling against physical abuse, emotional abuse, emotional neglect, invisible triggers, emotional dysregulation, suicidal tendencies, disbelonging, loneliness--all that is Complex PTSD (CPTSD).

This is a life to celebrate?

I reject this life. I want to design a new one. I want to experience a rebirth. How do I celebrate the next one?

Any ideas? #CPTSD

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Where is God when it hurts? #Anxiety #Faith #Christianity #PTSD #Depression #Relationships #Grief #MentalHealth

Trigger warning: this post discusses childhood abuse.

As I am laying in my hospital bed I am reminded it’s been a month now that I have been in hospital because of the accident. An accident caused by someone else’s negligence.

Emotionally it’s been a challenge to work through the consequences of the other person’s actions. It’s cost me $8000 in medical bills so far. It’s placed a huge strain on others who have to cover my responsibilities at church. It’s been a month of intense physical pain and loneliness.

Where is God in all of this? Where He has always been. On the throne, and beside me, all the way. Was it Gods will that I get injured? Don’t think so. God gave us free will and unfortunately we make really bad decisions sometimes. The lady who caused my accident made bad decisions and her motives are not clear although her actions since the accident point towards the potential that she might have an unhealthy fixation on me. That is a side issue.

God has been with me. Encouraging me. Loving me. Providing for me.

I recall a vivid vision I had many years ago. It wasn’t a dream, I was awake. I saw me as a 4 year old. My Dad took me to his room and molested me. I won’t go into anymore detail than that.

I saw in my vision that as my Dad led me to his bedroom Jesus was pleading with him not to do this.

Afterwards I was back in my bedroom. I was in tears. Wondering what bad thing I did to warrant that punishment. If I knew I would never do it again.

In my vision Jesus walked into my room and held me. Held me tight. Dried my tears, rocked me in His arms and told me that He loved me. He assured me I hadn’t been bad.

Jesus loved me in my darkest and most confusing moment. He loved me then. He loves me still. Often things happen that remind us that this world is NOT heaven. Thank God for that truth. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

In all of our pain. Jesus is there. May we always seek His face, may we always see His face.

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Grief in the Rebuild

The Lifelong Echo of Healing: On the Non-Linear Grief of Abuse Recovery

"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." — Maya Angelou

"Healing isn’t linear," we’re often told, usually in the context of conventional grief—the kind with a clear beginning, middle, and eventual end. But the grief that follows abuse is different. It’s not about losing a person; it’s about losing yourself. It’s multifaceted, repetitive, and layered, a constant echo tied inextricably to your identity, not finality.

Surviving abuse means navigating multiple losses simultaneously. You’re not just grieving a relationship; you’re mourning the collapse of your worldview, the death of the person you were before you knew the darkness, and the shattering of the future you thought you were building.

"Trauma is not just an event that took place in the past; it is also the imprint left by that experience on the mind, body, and brain." — Bessel van der Kolk

This is where cognitive dissonance takes hold—a disorienting fog where you struggle to untangle genuine love from calculated manipulation, attempting to rebuild your fundamental beliefs about safety, relationships, and self-worth.

"Trauma is a fact of life. It does not, however, have to be a life sentence." — Peter Levine

It’s a cycle of rebuilding, failing, and repeating old patterns. The painful recognition of finding yourself in yet another familiar dynamic brings shame, but it is not a personal failure. It’s your nervous system, still patterned for survival rather than safety, picking the familiar pain until you consciously outgrow it.

The Stacking Stones of Loss

The challenge intensifies because the world doesn't pause for your recovery. Other losses—deaths, breakups, setbacks—stack atop existing wounds, each new grief pulling the unresolved layers of old trauma to the surface. Every setback reactivates memories that never fully settled.

Yet, within this difficult cycle lies a strange beauty: every resurfacing wound is a new chance. Another chance to see deeper, understand what was previously incomprehensible, and, crucially, to respond rather than collapse. This is how you begin to rewire the places that once trapped you.

"Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced." — James Baldwin

Each time, the fall isn't as far. The stay isn't as long. You rise quicker, see the pattern clearer.

This is the real meaning of "healing isn't linear." Not a neat spiral or an infographic, but a long, messy, repeating cycle until your identity and soul evolve into something steadier. Maybe the endpoint isn't a final, self-actualized state, but the sovereign self: the version of you who can hold the grief without losing herself within it.

The journey doesn’t end. It just changes shape, becoming easier to carry. And you become a person who no longer fears the next round, because you have finally committed to not abandoning yourself when it comes. Keep building that beautiful life.

"We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." — Joseph Campbell

Action Step: Pattern Recognition With Compassion

"Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate." — Carl Jung

Healing demands awareness, not shame. When you notice you’ve repeated a relationship pattern or found yourself in the same emotional cycle, approach it with curiosity rather than criticism.

Ask yourself these questions, using the moment as feedback:

Did I see it sooner this time?

Did I leave sooner?

Did it destroy me as much—or did I recover faster?

Did I understand the pattern more clearly?

What did this round teach me about myself, my needs, and my wounds?

What part of me grew because of this experience?

What still needs strengthening, softening, or healing in me?

This is not an exercise in shame. It’s an exercise in awareness, evolution, and nervous system tracking.

"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become." — Carl Jung

Every repeated pattern is not failure—it’s feedback. And each time it happens, you’re given another opportunity to grow deeper roots, sharpen your discernment, and expand your self-trust. If you need professional support in navigating these patterns, confidential and trained trauma specialists are available via the National Domestic Violence Hotline or the RAINN National Sexual Assault Hotline.

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Hi, my name is Lena225. I am here because I would like to share my story .. I've been diagnosed with PTSD some time ago. Long 8 years living with it .. in therapy for over 2 years and finally I am able to breathe! I survived sexual abuse/rape that caused really bad PTSD. I am here cause I am finally able to speak about it ..

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