Off My Chest
RULES:
I am looking for mods!
1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
2. Bigotry is not allowed. That includes racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and religiophobia. (If you want to vent about religion, that's fine; but religion is not inherently evil.)
3. Frustrated, venting, or angry posts are still welcome.
4. Posts and comments that bait, threaten, or incite harassment are not allowed.
5. If anyone offers mental, medical, or professional advice here, please remember to take it with a grain of salt. Seek out real professionals if needed.
6. Please put NSFW behind NSFW tags.
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You're paranoid. No really. When it happens the first time, it will make time go slow, your heart will race, you will feel like you're on fire, your pits will sweat, and you will have no idea what you're gonna say.
And afterwards, you'll think about that moment and cringe and mention it to someone who was there and they'll tell you they didn't think you were freaking out and in fact you handled it like a badass and everyone gained a newfound respect for you that day.
Seriously. Shame is powerful because of you, not because of them. You'll get through it. You'll end up more powerful, not less.
Has something similar happened to you? You seem to have a good understanding of the situation at hand.
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