Happy fucking thoughts. . Anxious depressed thoughts are still allowed fo exist. Don’t erase your experiences and then wonder why you can identify your feelings. . Don’t erase your pain, feel everything. Its healthy. . * Happy Thoughts Sea Deepened Monster in pink. * . Advertisements
You can share a background, genetics, time, space but that doesn’t entitle you to someone else’s experience. Not innately by being close to that person. No, do you expect others to understand you through osmosis? No, you tell others what’s going on in your life. If they care they will listen. Dialogue with transparency and … More Whispers and a quote, 12.4.2018
My bones flutters from the basic terror that inhabits my daily struggle. . Struggle forward. . My rickety but willfully unable body. I’ll stay strong in reserve. . But at last the sweet release of rest, of consciousness paused. . Then. Before the dreams formed of realist trample this once lucid ground. Usually for dreams, … More ruminations before bed, 12.3.18
There wasn’t rest for me, I lived in a prisons coated in scintillating hallow praise.
It all hurt(s). All of it.
These are the scar along my being, just not the core, scars do not equal a being.
An extension of human experience so ugly and unfathomable it is easier to try and discredit.
Often, this happens. People are disqualified from life, humanity, and protection there in because them coping with their pain isn’t Lifetime materials.
Where’s that sunny disposition?
Discredit a life unknown, ugly cries to be ignored and devalued in hindsight.
It’s annoying. … More Iron Veins, trying towards life.
It’s a monster, it began as a paragator and then really took flight.
Mental illnesses dosed in ink take birth in my aching alienated mind.
… … More From paragator to a little monster
An Update. We’ve mangled and meandered our way to Washington State. In this post, I write about our nightmarish and unavoidable journey back home to Washington State, land of some wonderful social service resources. … More We’ve landed. Washington State. *life event update*
Blogging has been instrumental in ordering my experiences in a healthy and constructive way. For example, here I’m reflecting on getting kicked out of a program that I battled to contain myself within.
The day I left my program I was content to just work. To put in 8 hours a day, not 10 not 15. To really rest.
I’m so happy that I don’t have to go back. The thought of going back gives me such a panic sorrow gage response. My body is telling me to chart a different course, to heal for once, to rest. … More July 13th, 2018 to Present. Musings of Mental Illness.