I can’t remember the last time I went a full day without crying.
I can feel the ground giving way beneath me and lately I feel there’s nothing to hold onto.
This one’s going to stick. There’s no room for me in her life anymore…
The isolation I feel arrests the breath in my lungs and even keeping my eyes open is exhausting.
Noisy Fridays bring a surprising clarity to thought. I’m glad for my new found ritual.
Some are inherently self-destructive, myself included. Destruction can be seen as the first step in creating something new.
Perhaps the self-destructive are simply … malcontent.
It’s been three years.
The story is a long and turbulent one, but it’s one I need to share.
I expect the account may unfold … Fractally, but I’ll surely be thorough.
Expect several entries to this topic amidst free flowing thoughts for the coming days/weeks.
I sit at the beginning and end of dreams, my thoughts dripping from my eyes onto what passes for paper, these days…
The colour of my ink isn’t quite the shade I expected it to be at this point in my life…
I find myself wondering this morning if somatic symptoms of a personality flaw can persist through a change in personality/perception/preference…
Can a timid child still feel the pressure of anxiety as an extroverted adult? .. Is the answer the same if the adult is convinced they no longer have any psychological adversity to anything that stressed them as a child..?