Día 7

Thank you Maine Millennial for this efficient summary of Leverage

The other day I had to explain to someone what dissociation is and I had this moment of total disorientation like… the majority of my fellow human beings have no idea what dissociation, hypervigilance, blunted emotions etc are because they’ve never had a reason to learn. There are people living their lives without all of this bullshit I deal with on a daily basis and I cannot fathom what that must be like, to have that kind of freedom, to have the luxury of not knowing all the ways the human brain can falter when faced with trauma.

20% is better than 0%.

Brushing your teeth at least once every day is better than none at all.

A few hours of sleep is better than none.

A few minutes outside for fresh air is better than none.

Writing a few paragraphs of the essay today is better than procrastinating till later.

Doing something is better than nothing (of course there is exception for some cases).

Do things at a pace which makes you comfortable whilst allowing you to make progress.

You can do this!

Slip sliding away. An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can pick up signed copies of my Deep Dark Fears books in my store!

Día 9

Desde que soy niña se esperaban cosas de mi. Los adjetivos "inteligente", "curiosa" y "extrovertida" eran aplicados a mi de manera constante. Crecí creyendo ser especial y el charco del que era reina me hacía sentir merecedora. Buenas calificaciones y un gusto por aprender y saber pasaron a ser segundo término, el primero era ser reconocida.

Pasé por momentos duros, situaciones en las que pensé que cualquier persona menos yo merecía eso. Cuando pasaba, era combustible para mi sensación de superioridad. Yo soy especial y necesito esta gran tragedia para serlo aún más. Era egocéntrica y con un gusto para lo dramático. Cuando la vida me tiraba, aquellos que esperaban cosas de mi, esperaban aún más.

No es divertido. La primera vez que te caes, duele y mucho. Pero los ánimos de otros te ayudan a disimular el dolor y seguir, y la segunda y la tercera...

Cuando has caído suficientes veces y todo te duele tanto, prefieres ser normal. Prefieres ser menos. Lo que sea con tal de que alguien te ayude a levantarte ésta vez. Llega un punto en que las manos te arden de tener que amortiguar tus caídas. Las lágrimas desprenden mugre sobre tu rostro. La vergüenza te baña.

Cuando caes, cuando sufres, cuando prefieres dejarte morir, entiendes. Ellos saben que TÚ tienes más capacidades. Las metas que te proponen, son a las que no llegan.

Ahora, respira y vive tus emociones del día a día. Decepcionar a esa gente lo suficiente, es la mejor cura para dejar de decepcionante. Ahora puedes tener metas propias, como tener calcetines bonitos todos los días.

Día 6

He perdido la esperanza de encontrar amor o trabajo, por lo consiguiente ofrezco mis servicios como amiga temporal.

Escucharé tus problemas y saldré contigo cuando no tengas con quien más hacerlo. Compartiremos recetas y veremos series. Cuidaré a tus mascotas cuando estés lejos y haré un jardín en tu casa.

Como compensación sólo pido un plato de comida al día, un lugar para dormir y escuchar toda tu historia amorosa. Viviré atreves de ti las fiestas y los desamores. Siempre te seré sincera en mis opiniones y me dejarás bañarme con agua caliente por lo menos una vez a la semana.

Aaaah y como última condición: necesito que vayas a mi casa en diciembre y pretendas ser mi interés amoroso. En mi situación actual creo que con que tengas pulso mis tías dejarán de joder.

La vida es difícil, pero la comida siempre me da ánimos

classic lit authors on ao3

Jane Austen: The slowburn writer to end all slowburn writers. Has a mild case of purple prose syndrome. Sets you up to think she’s using a really lame trope or cliche, but then pulls the old BITCH U THOUGHT. Gets in fights with commenters who completely miss the point of her work.

William Shakespeare: Where dick jokes meet feels. Recycles old plots that have been in the fandom for years, but always manages to put a new spin on it. That said, he’s better known for good character writing than good plots. Kind of problematic, but people love him anyway. Laughs at and encourages commenters who completely miss the point of his work.

The Brontë Sisters: Their fics get lots of comments but they never reply. They never leave author notes, either. They share an account, and there are talks of a collab fic coming soon. Write fics for OTPs of questionable healthiness and consent. Only ever write darkfic. Like, REALLY dark. …People are getting kind of worried about them.

Edgar Allan Poe: Also only ever writes darkfic, but at this point, people have moved past being worried about him and have just accepted that he’s weird, he’s morbid, and we love him. Channels his feelings about his ex into his writing. It results in really good stories but everyone’s sort of like, “…Dude.”

Charles Dickens: Trying to set the record for highest wordcount on ao3, and it shows.

Victor Hugo: Currently holds the record for highest wordcount on ao3.

Oscar Wilde: Only ever writes M/M. Has a BAD case of purple prose, but it’s worth it if you manage to get through. His stories are either hilarious or soul-crushing. Or somehow both. People love him but know better than to disagree with him publicly, lest he destroy you with one of his infamous subtweets.

L. Frank Baum: Wrote one really well-loved story that’s among the most famous in the fandom, and it’s literally all he’s known for, and it pisses him off. His popular story became a multichap against his will because it’s the only one of his stories anyone actually reads. He keeps trying to end it so he can work on other things, but always ends up coming back.

Arthur Conan Doyle: Feels L. Frank Baum’s pain. SO much.

James Joyce: Has fascinating ideas, but takes forEVER to get to the point in his stories. Also a stoner, and it shows.

Lousia May Alcott: Writes stories for her unpopular OTP (that’s a NOTP for most of the fandom) and breaks up everyone’s favorite ships, mainly out of spite. Also kills everyone’s favorite characters, less so out of spite.

Mary Shelley: Writes incredible stories, but publishes under her boyfriend’s account because she’s banned from ao3. …Again.

lol I’m probably about to be burnt at the stake in a facebook group for my ever unpopular opinion that bi women calling their attraction to women gay isn’t a big deal

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