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Please understand, It took years for me to get this fucked up. I wish everyone success in getting help. Mental illness does not discriminate. I’m here to start a conversation. The subject matter I write about in my Blog is based upon personal life journeys that led me to offer insight to those who suffer…
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My favorite writer.
“No light goes out until it goes out. Let’s fight as men, not rats. Period.” Charles Bukowski
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It’s still there.
You cannot see a broken spirit even though it’s there. 1875 days On average a woman in the United States will cry 30 to 67 times per year I have cried; 1875 days That is five years 2,700,000 hours I am stuck in 2015 and I cannot get off the bathroom floor. I’m so sorry…
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I am embarrassed to admit; “I WAS NOT OK.”
When I finally had an abnormally lucid afternoon. I looked in the mirror and saw myself for the first time in my life. I confessed to my therapist that evening I had been pulling my hair and I showed her what I had done to myself. I was so caught up in my spiderweb, I…
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Something you flush;
Being, not even good enough to be called “human being.” To everyone; like an asshole. There in lies a truly meaningless but life altering opinion. You’re nothing but a drug test. Something expelled and flushed. After all, in your catastrophic irrelevant life altering opinions. I am just like my urine. Nothing of value to anyone.…
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Half past four.
I’ve yet to identify “this”; Whatever has taken over. It’s officially set up shop. Where profound grief was held, I have held for far too long and. Debilitating, Consuming; Grief. The heinous kind that makes you frail and weak. He assumed I am broken beyond repair. Just the other day, The other day at half-past…
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Becoming bulletproof, in my own way.
I happened upon his doorstep, in late June of 2015. In hindsight, I can clearly see Mr. Esq was the person that was supposed to reign me in, Gary’s way to control by proxy. Mr Esq. Was my first step. I had been “thrown away” so many times I didn’t even realize my wardrobe was…
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“Quiet or I’ll kill you.” And he really meant that..
I guess on the inside of me I was angry because I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong, what I did that made me hurt you or maybe made you hate me so much. Then I remember you went to counseling with me once, I had stolen your pills all of them every single…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 