because our choices led us here
I don't know what to say, really, except that this is so incredibly hard and none of us know how to get through it, not really.
Category: on Mental Health
falling out of the light {poem}
cw: poetic imagery of drowning, ideation, hopelessness
the things we forget on purpose
Part of why I write here is to bleed off some of the pressure of the years of trauma and grief I've experienced, but it's so hard to write when it really hurts.
I’ve written myself into a corner
I'm in therapy, THANK THE GODS.
fragments of self
The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.
on being Exvangelical/on Chosen Family/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Generational Trauma/on Mental Health/on Praxis/the Work
great, this again.
Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?