life, mental health, personal

Paint and Completed Essays.

It's 1:34 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I am still wearing the clothes I slept in under the oversized shirt I wear when I paint. Six weeks ago I would have been preparing for my psychology class, annotating notes on Erickson and Maslow and psycho-social development. Probably anxiously picking at my nails, simultaneously overwhelmed and… Continue reading Paint and Completed Essays.

mental health, recovery

Protest//Forget

I caught myself kicking off again today. I don't know why my brain does this to me, maybe it's just part of the process of detangling myself, but for some reason my first reaction to a difficult time™ is to completely self destruct. Engaging in conversations that can only go badly. Running 5kms on an… Continue reading Protest//Forget

life, mental health

I have had the wind kicked out of me.

When I was a kid, my siblings and I used to get sent down the local park by my mother whenever she got sick of us all. This happened often. We made good use of this time by finding other local kids to fight. Though I spent the majority of my childhood devising ways to avoid… Continue reading I have had the wind kicked out of me.