Oh great idea, Susan. Should I bring snacks for the guilt or just shove it in my carry-on with the CPTSD?
You ever get gaslit by a question?
“Why don’t you just move on?”
Cool, should I stop breathing while I’m at it? Maybe skip the whole nervous system too?
Because last time I checked, trauma isn’t a bad haircut I can outgrow.
It’s not a break-up playlist.
It’s not a yoga class and three deep breaths from disappearing.
You think I haven’t tried?
You think I haven’t screamed into pillows, done the worksheets, journaled until my pen bled, lit candles, forgave people who still don’t know what they did, and saged my own f*cking browser history?
I didn’t stay here.
I clawed my way forward and kept finding trap doors disguised as progress.
You ever pack shame in a backpack and try to outrun yourself?
Spoiler alert: it’s carry-on.
And no, Susan—
I can’t just “move on” from:
- Flashbacks that arrive like spam calls from hell
- Memories that rerun like reality TV with no commercial breaks
- Emotional scars with full soundtracks, matching scents, and bonus guilt DLC
You think I like this loop?
I’m not dwelling.
I’m rebuilding.
One snarky goat meme at a time.
So yeah, I might not “move on” the way you want me to.
But I did:
- Move into my voice
- Move through the wreckage
- Move past your passive-aggressive advice
- And move my content to a whole-ass domain where people pay to hear what you told me to shut up about
That’s not stuck.
That’s strategic relocation—with a f*cking attitude.
And if I ever do move on?
It’ll be in a sparkly jumpsuit, with
a boom box blaring Sia,
a mic drop in slow motion,
and a suitcase full of “never again.”
Because I don’t just move on, Susan.
I tour.
And this next stop?
Peace. With Wi-Fi. And a goat named Boundaries.
‘Why Don’t You Just Move On?’
From what? My scars? My primal scream?
My nervous system’s tangled dream?
I’d move on fast if it were up to me—
But healing’s not a TikTok spree.
They pack a bag—I pack a soul.
They take a trip—I crawl out whole.
So next time someone shrugs my ache,
I’ll gift-wrap truth—and watch them break.
—The Funny Phoenix, not moving on, just moving different
