carousel of depression

The one thing I hate the most about depression is that it is so unpredictable for me. I have gone weeks without feeling an ounce of sadness or worthlessness and then suddenly the chaotic carousel decides to run again and I can't jump off before it's spinning out of control and the friction from the… Continue reading carousel of depression

Dear me,

This is a short example of what happens when I am triggered and become (extremely) self-aware... Here I am. I've split and I hear myself talking and then I am outside of my body, listening to the words that are spewing out of my mouth and I'm like....NO. Don't say that. Why are you saying… Continue reading Dear me,

Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors

And this is the part where I realize that there is still so much of my -self-  that needs to be aired out and let go. My ego is shattering but the shards keep slicing me open and man, do they cut deep. I need to cauterize the wound. But it's not time. I am… Continue reading Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors