I Am Not My Diagnosis
Trigger warning: mental illness, depression, eating disorders The morning light glows softly through the blinds. As the filtered light dances across the…
Trigger warning: mental illness, depression, eating disorders The morning light glows softly through the blinds. As the filtered light dances across the…
Acknowledge and accept you’ve made bad decisions. Then ask yourself, “What did I learn from this? Why did this decision feel so shitty? What damage did this decision cause?”
We sometimes want what we just can’t have, no matter how hard we try to make it happen.
There are so many layers, so many reasons why we had to break up. I think that maybe you see them, can understand them now better than before.
You can’t heal when you won’t cut out the infection, and that’s just what addiction is. An infection.
I just expected a different experience from a community who claims to be so accepting.
All too innocent, yet all too unattainable.
I have been both an embodied slut. And also simply embodied. And just a slut.
You just have to treat them as if they’ve already told you that they’ve gone through a bad thing. Because everyone has. Everyone. Including teachers.
Outside, everything is the same. But for me, something is different. Today is the day I’m having an abortion.