I healed but they broke me again because it wasn’t an approved way of healing and they couldn’t stand someone without issues so they made up categories to confuse and scramble me, to attempt to rewrite me and to make me feel tasteless and colorless. I’m better as a script, playing by rules, they think. It’s easier to control me when I’m injected with repetitive messages ringing in my head. But I’m still here, still fighting back, still crying, screaming and yelling until I hear my own voice again. Still rebelling against the game called Earth.

Sylvia Plath was a renowned author and poet who suffered the miseries of women suppressed in marriage by men. Through her work, she expressed her feelings and the desires she shared with fellow women.

Hi, life update?

I’ll rather be a dead daughter, than a failed one.

Because I had been a burden to everyone else, I actually don’t want to enroll to another university the day I left my previous one, for I knew it’ll just mess up my mental and well being. Though I have the bestest set of classmates in this university I’m currently in, I still think about of quitting college, disappear without warning, and consult professional help. No one else at home will ever understand my mental health struggles, for they only thought that I am “just thinking” of it. And that one fucking dumb asshole senator had the audacity to tell our generation “weak”?!?!?! Wow. Just wow.

This had been on my gallery for 3 years now, everytime I look this I just felt nothing but suppressed. Because my feelings were always invalidated, I cannot express myself very well infront of my family. Home is supposed to be a safe place, but what if that ‘home’ is the root of my lingering trauma & anxiety?

This song had a huge impact on myself and my mental well being lately, I may not be a Hollywood girl like Britney — but her pain is my as well.

The Paradox of Suppression vs. Sensationalism

Your final observation is the most profound: that society suppresses authenticity in its own people (due to the fear of judgment) but appreciates “wild” people in the media. This is the Authenticity Paradox in a hyper-judgmental age.

• The Escape Valve: Public figures who are “wild,” eccentric, or extreme (whether celebrities, controversial politicians, or dramatic reality stars) act as an emotional projection screen for the general public. We get to watch them violate social norms, express unfiltered emotion, and face the consequences without having to do it ourselves.
• Suppressed Desires: The intense pressure for ordinary people to be curated, non-offensive, and politically correct online creates enormous emotional suppression. Watching a celebrity get away with (or be punished for) being “wild” provides a vicarious release for the suppressed desires and unfiltered thoughts of the audience.
• The Content Economy: Ultimately, the “wild” celebrity generates content and traffic. They are valuable to the media precisely because they break the rules, which then fuels the cycle of outrage and discussion, creating more “justification” for the general public to practice their judgment skills.

The entire system creates a public space that is hyper-critical, deeply polarized, and emotionally volatile, trapping people between the fear of being condemned for their authentic self and the exhaustion of trying to live up to an impossible standard of perfection.

I needed to get chatgpt to work it clearly for me, but this is so crazy! I think of this all the time. Crazyyyyy crazy crazy crazy crazy

anyway I’m never getting over Supression that shit is practically anidala holy book

Mako lok is so fire ecology core

Guys, the government is being openly corrupt again

Bad Internet Bills

Please just reblog this and sign against these bills, it’s so frustrating and tiring having to deal with this shit every year. Can we please just push the old people down the stairs already?

Freedom.

I’m free!

I’m flying.

I am releasing my wings.

I am …. free….!!

                                       real has been appealed
                                   standing nails are soon killed
                                           life leeches flavor

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Graphic - Lionel Prats  

The Krishnamurti Podcast - Ep. 106 - Krishnamurti on Suppression

Scapegoat: detail :
Seal wax and embroidery on a goat skin. From the series “ welcome to Tihar Jail”.
#innocentbehindbars #jail #supression #scapegoat
https://www.instagram.com/p/CRrogk_r_F7/?utm_medium=tumblr

ah. ptsd

Paintings by Ana Teresa Fernandez

1) Untitled (Performance documentation), OIL ON CANVAS, 72″X60″

2) Untitled (Performance documentation), OIL ON CANVAS, 8″X10″

3) OF BODIES AND BORDERS 3 (ENTERING THE OUTCOME) (PERFORMANCE DOCUMENTATION), 2018, OIL ON CANVAS, 53 X 94 INCHES (134.6 X 238.8 CM)

I used to say I had the philosophy of “forget don’t forgive” and now I realize that is suppression and can no longer explain /why/ I don’t trust or like certain people. The exact details of your offence have been deleted from my memory, but the broken trust and shattered emotions you gave me are still here so really all I have left to say is I do not like your vibe.

Limited free speech,

tip-toeing around big tech

the state censors from the past

when communism held its sway

at the height of oppression.

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D W Eldred

Seal wax and embroidery on a goat skin. From the series :
“ welcome to Tihar Jail”.
#innocentbehindbars #jail #supression
https://www.instagram.com/p/CJc39fSFpZV/?igshid=4mqjl0lmzg6o

Here I am, rewatching Awkward and setting fire to one of my fears.
If you’re here reading this, welcome to the mess that is my memories. I’ve decided that instead of waiting for the cloud to explode and leak all my darkest thoughts I’d just put them out here to begin with.
Join me on my journey of unsupression :)

Ok so guys. I realized a little over a year ago that I had been repressing my emotions and deluding myself into thinking I liked things that other people liked. I just followed along with whatever other people felt or expected me to feel. For probably about 13 years of my life I had no emotions, no passions, no ideas of my own. I never really let anything make me sad. The most it got was a depressed melancholy. I counted how many tears I shed when my grandpa died. It was three. When my grandma died. It was none. I knew I was sad, but I didn’t really feel it. I thought that I was broken, or maybe I was a psychopath. Not a psychopath in the tv show “haha I’m crazy and I’m going to murder people for fun,” but the actual psychopathic lack of empathy. Then I realized that I was repressed. The first time I realized I had supressed all feeling in my body was when I noticed that I always covered my mouth and try not to smile when I thought of something funny or something made me happy. I only let myself smile in photos. After noticing this, I realized that I didn’t have to hide my emotions, that no one was going to get mad at me for feeling. I decided to make an effort to let myself smile, to let myself feel. I would sometimes catch myself hiding a grin or trying not to relate to something, and over time, I’ve managed to feel so much more freely. But here’s the thing I meant to talk about. I never got emotional about things that happened in shows or movies. A character would die, or something dramatic would happen and everyone would talk about how it moved them to tears. I just didn’t understand that. I thought it was just another hyperbolic expression. It never occurred to me that you could get emotional at all from a piece of media. But recently, I’ve been seeing all these moments that everyone was so moved by, and I understood. I realized that I was never broken, I was crushed. I felt again. And I think that little thing just impacted me so hard. It hit me like a bullet train and I needed to write it out. I hope this might help someone else understand themselves.