Whilst I’m writing this, hundreds of trees and cornfields are blowing past my car window and it’s so dark outside that I can barely see my keys to type (at least I’m pretty good at it). I’m heading to start a new chapter of my life in a brand new state with brand new people...
have you ever lost your mind? Do you know what it feels like to not be in control? what is control? What ? What does it mean to think? Do you know, do you? it’s like this: they take your brain away, leave nothing behind. you try to tell people, try to emphasize that your...
I’d like to believe that I possess a great sense of humor and that I’m pretty accepting of other people’s sense of humor as well. However, something that I cannot, for the life of me, understand is “triggered” jokes.
TW: Mental illness mention, Dissociation mention, Suicide mention
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Things are going to be okay; feathers are falling away, but that only means that they’re clearing out places and space for the new ones.
***Content & trigger warnings: self destruction, depression, self harm, anxiety***
Trigger Warnings: attempted suicide, abusive family reference
I am a black girl with scars. They are dark brown and right next to my tattoo. I am not proud of them but I do not abhor them either.
Lemonade by Beyoncé is as visually stunning as it is vulnerable. For this, I thank her courage, vision, and incredible work ethic. Beyoncé shows us that there is power and beauty in being vulnerable, that there is power and beauty in being black.
Art is an essential part of our existence; it enriches our lives and opens our minds. So what do you do when it becomes a source of unhappiness?
April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.