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Towels
Truth is, since the day I got sober I have never thought about drinking or overusing my medication. I was very sick for a very long time. I self medicated. I’m mentally ill, tbh I thought everyone felt like I did. Smiling in front of people and no one knows there’s gunfire going off in…
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Desperate shades.
I have a hell of a story behind all my comeuppance as of late. I figure a person cannot know what real pain is, and in most cases, love, until they’ve felt desperate. You know the kind desperation that will alter you. For better or worse it’s something that changes you. I think when a…
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She showed up one night in November;
“She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person”. I was dead I thought, I was for sure I’d flatlined. A few simple words that saved my life. “Get in the car, You’re leaving.” She is the reason…
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Relationship Recovery;
AND IF YOU’VE NEVER FELT YOUR SOUL BEING TORN APART, YOU’VE NEVER LOVED ANYONE WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART. And just like that, I lost my way.
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Lucid moments..
I have these lucid moments and they scare me. Because when I’m lucid that’s when I see my potential and I feel it in my body but I know the feeling is fleeting because I will get sucked in, the pull of my back pants pockets and the pop into my world of dissociation. I…
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Leasing dumpsters to elephants.
There’s a gargantuan dumpster that is housing the big white circus elephant I’ve been ignoring for 7 months. It has grown so large I literally got another apartment so I didn’t have to acknowledge it. But, that big dumpster that houses the white elephant is only 25 miles away from where I plug my ears…
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I know you’re not;
I know you’re not strong enough to survive what you have put me through. Someday you’ll miss me like I missed you. Someday you’ll cry for me like I cried for you. Someday you’ll want me back like I wanted you. Someday you’ll understand why you broke my heart when I didn’t. Someday you’ll understand…
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Forgive myself.
What could you do more of? I could do with less self-doubt, learn to love and forgive myself more. And stop shadowboxing everyone who’s been trying to save my life. I can do more living, all the way. Have more fun, and forget some bedtimes. Make less money. Forgive myself, say “I forgive you.’ AND…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
