little c0met

melbourne bird-human; tree climber; comet and synaesthete.



i think i’ve pretty much unslumped myself.

i’ve got the morbs


i think i’ve pretty much unslumped myself.

i’ve got the morbs

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Yeah just drop me off right here this is good


Yeah just drop me off right here this is good

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1. Trauma permanently changes us.

This is the big, scary truth about trauma: there is no such thing as “getting over it.” The five stages of grief model marks universal stages in learning to accept loss, but the reality is in fact much bigger: a major life disruption leaves a new normal in its wake. There is no “back to the old me.” You are different now, full stop.

This is not a wholly negative thing. Healing from trauma can also mean finding new strength and joy. The goal of healing is not a papering-over of changes in an effort to preserve or present things as normal. It is to acknowledge and wear your new life — warts, wisdom, and all — with courage.

2. Presence is always better than distance.

There is a curious illusion that in times of crisis people “need space.” I don’t know where this assumption originated, but in my experience it is almost always false. Trauma is a disfiguring, lonely time even when surrounded in love; to suffer through trauma alone is unbearable. Do not assume others are reaching out, showing up, or covering all the bases.

It is a much lighter burden to say, “Thanks for your love, but please go away,” than to say, “I was hurting and no one cared for me.” If someone says they need space, respect that. Otherwise, err on the side of presence.

3. Healing is seasonal, not linear.

It is true that healing happens with time. But in the recovery wilderness, emotional healing looks less like a line and more like a wobbly figure-8. It’s perfectly common to get stuck in one stage for months, only to jump to another end entirely … only to find yourself back in the same old mud again next year.

Recovery lasts a long, long time. Expect seasons.

4. Surviving trauma takes “firefighters” and “builders.” Very few people are both.

This is a tough one. In times of crisis, we want our family, partner, or dearest friends to be everything for us. But surviving trauma requires at least two types of people: the crisis team — those friends who can drop everything and jump into the fray by your side, and the reconstruction crew — those whose calm, steady care will help nudge you out the door into regaining your footing in the world. In my experience, it is extremely rare for any individual to be both a firefighter and a builder. This is one reason why trauma is a lonely experience. Even if you share suffering with others, no one else will be able to fully walk the road with you the whole way.

A hard lesson of trauma is learning to forgive and love your partner, best friend, or family even when they fail at one of these roles. Conversely, one of the deepest joys is finding both kinds of companions beside you on the journey.

5. Grieving is social, and so is healing.

For as private a pain as trauma is, for all the healing that time and self-work will bring, we are wired for contact. Just as relationships can hurt us most deeply, it is only through relationship that we can be most fully healed.

It’s not easy to know what this looks like — can I trust casual acquaintances with my hurt? If my family is the source of trauma, can they also be the source of healing? How long until this friend walks away? Does communal prayer help or trivialize?

Seeking out shelter in one another requires tremendous courage, but it is a matter of life or paralysis. One way to start is to practice giving shelter to others.

6. Do not offer platitudes or comparisons. Do not, do not, do not.

“I’m so sorry you lost your son, we lost our dog last year … ” “At least it’s not as bad as … ” “You’ll be stronger when this is over.” “God works in all things for good!”

When a loved one is suffering, we want to comfort them. We offer assurances like the ones above when we don’t know what else to say. But from the inside, these often sting as clueless, careless, or just plain false.

Trauma is terrible. What we need in the aftermath is a friend who can swallow her own discomfort and fear, sit beside us, and just let it be terrible for a while.

7. Allow those suffering to tell their own stories.

Of course, someone who has suffered trauma may say, “This made me stronger,” or “I’m lucky it’s only (x) and not (z).” That is their prerogative. There is an enormous gulf between having someone else thrust his unsolicited or misapplied silver linings onto you, and discovering hope for one’s self. The story may ultimately sound very much like “God works in all things for good,” but there will be a galaxy of disfigurement and longing and disorientation in that confession. Give the person struggling through trauma the dignity of discovering and owning for himself where, and if, hope endures.

8. Love shows up in unexpected ways.

This is a mystifying pattern after trauma, particularly for those in broad community: some near-strangers reach out, some close friends fumble to express care. It’s natural for us to weight expressions of love differently: a Hallmark card, while unsatisfying if received from a dear friend, can be deeply touching coming from an old acquaintance.

Ultimately every gesture of love, regardless of the sender, becomes a step along the way to healing. If there are beatitudes for trauma, I’d say the first is, “Blessed are those who give love to anyone in times of hurt, regardless of how recently they’ve talked or awkwardly reconnected or visited cross-country or ignored each other on the metro.” It may not look like what you’d request or expect, but there will be days when surprise love will be the sweetest.

9. Whatever doesn’t kill you …

In 2011, after a publically humiliating year, comedian Conan O’Brien gave students at Dartmouth College the following warning:

"Nietzsche famously said, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ … What he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.”
Odd things show up after a serious loss and creep into every corner of life: insatiable anxiety in places that used to bring you joy, detachment or frustration towards your closest companions, a deep distrust of love or presence or vulnerability.

There will be days when you feel like a quivering, cowardly shell of yourself, when despair yawns as a terrible chasm, when fear paralyzes any chance for pleasure. This is just a fight that has to be won, over and over and over again.

10. … Doesn’t kill you.

Living through trauma may teach you resilience. It may help sustain you and others in times of crisis down the road. It may prompt humility. It may make for deeper seasons of joy. It may even make you stronger.

It also may not.

In the end, the hope of life after trauma is simply that you have life after trauma. The days, in their weird and varied richness, go on. So will you.

Catherine Woodiwiss, “A New Normal: Ten Things I’ve Learned About Trauma”  

this is perfect.

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Reblogging again for continued relevance.

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basic Tank Girl cosplay bathroom photoshoot photo dump.

it took a lot of time and squatting action to take these pictures… I had to show them to SOMEBODY! (i really need to finish this cosplay sometime…)

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this is the most australian thing that has ever or will ever happen you can all go home now


this is the most australian thing that has ever or will ever happen you can all go home now

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i had terrifying semi-lucid dreams all night, where i knew that i was dreaming but was also asleep within the dream.
i inhabited my sleeping dream-body but was also aware of my surroundings and knew i needed to wake up because there were demons and people walking around me, lying about stuff— and something else doomy i can’t recall.
i could move my sleep arms and was trying to pry open my eyes but something was keeping them closed and paralysing the rest of my body, and my consciousness existed in two places but still i was unable to move or wake up. i was shouting at myself in my sleep paralysed head, but it didn’t help.

i woke up in a cold sweat and am still sweating now, there is defs something wrong with me

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just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,

(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)

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fiercefancyfairygodfather replied to your photo “there has been a mystery irritation in my eye for days but at least i…”

Kate, are you a walking Wi-Fi hotspot? That’s my take from that thing but I can’t tell if I’m just too delirious.

yes i am! i finally achieved my (partial) dream of becoming internet! others parts include becoming replicant, becoming tree, becoming celestial being, becoming birb, ohh i have so many dreams.
the password to my hotspot is really funny lel

there has been a mystery irritation in my eye for days but at least i saw my beautiful fronds and vacuumed the house and now i have xanax and warmth

there has been a mystery irritation in my eye for days but at least i saw my beautiful fronds and vacuumed the house and now i have xanax and warmth


scully: *flexes her arms* do you have any x-files on these unexplained phenomenons

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Trying to draw again when you used to as a kid is THE WOOOOOORST. Let’s do it together!!

hahaha it was only about 5 or 6 years ago when i drew the party-hat animals! probably part of the reason i didn’t survive VCA though.

i’ve seen your drawings from when you were 13(? the mermaids one?) and more recent portraits, and lemme tellya elliote, i was never as good as you! i would love to draw bad drawings with you, though. ^_^
at your dad’s recently i tried to draw on the blackboard wall and got as far as a cloud then freaked out, haha i have a complex >_>