Mama said gonna be alright
But mama don’t know what it’s like in my mind
Mama said the sun gonna shine
But mama don’t know what it’s like to wanna die…
It’s a long post today… bear with me…
Consider this trigger warning, if the title did not give it away. This post is of a very serious nature, and deals with some very deep and potentially triggering subject matter such as suicidal ideations/thoughts, self-harm, verbal and emotional abuse, isolation, and extensive, in-depth explanation of an experience in both an ER on ‘suicide watch’ and in a mental health facility.
This story is mine to tell… and while i wasn’t quite ready to tell it so soon after getting back, circumstances have made it such that i have to be ok with it. Honestly, it’ll probably be a bit theraputic to get it all out, and i’d planned to blog my experience because it was a bit crazy, but i guess i just didn’t think i’d be doing it so soon after i got home. Oh well, here we go…
This is the story of the time i went to “get help” from a mental health facility. Aka: A mental hospital.
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Yeah, these thoughts i would never speak out loud
i’ve seen you cry but i’ve never seen you shout like a hurricane
These shots don’t ricochet
Sight blurred, i’m walking dazed, girl
i’m fucking faded
Or maybe wasted, i can’t remember how it happened
Oh, i don’t know my limits at all…
i’m sinking down into my thoughts…
P/people assume that when you pull back, it’s because of something wrong with you. Not always. Not everything is the fault of E/everyone else in the world. Sometimes, if someone withdraws from you, you are the problem. You aren’t safe for their Universe. Your gravitational pull is too much for their orbit. You aren’t safe for my Universe. Your gravitational pull is too much for my orbit.
Continue reading “Confession .274. The Aftermath Of One Too Many Words I Said When I Should’ve Said Nothing At All…”
It’s crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in…
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and you’re nothing but skin…
i can’t anymore. i just can’t. The only reason i continue to is because i promised i wouldn’t just kinda… word-vomit it everywhere. But why do people get to hurt and manipulate other people and still get exactly what they want? Like… why is that ok?
Continue reading “Confession .273. It’s Funny How The Warning Signs Can Feel Like They’re Butterflies…”
Paint a picture in my brain, encapsulate the fleeting feeling
It ricochets, replace my pain ’til every trace is leaving
The nerve of autumn time days flying by, every sunrise healing me
And W/we’re okay, W/we’ll live this way ’til it’s done…
Been a minute, hasn’t it? If Y/you missed the craziness on Facebook… i, uh… broke my ankle in RL. Yes, it was a stupid situation. Yes, i’m clumsy and a klutz. W/we can move on now. Lol. W/we’re beginning one of my favorite times of year… October.
Continue reading “Confession .271. Is It Too Soon To Know If It’s Too Soon To Say For Now?”
Who’ll be reckless, just enough
Who’ll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she’s bruised and gets used by a Man who can’t love
And then she’ll get stuck…
And be scared of the life that’s inside her
Growing stronger each day, til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes
That’s been gone, but used to be mine…
Finally back to myself a bit after an unexpected 5-day stint in the hospital, followed by some intense antibiotics at home. i’m sorry it’s been awhile, but i’m going to work to play a bit of catch-up now that i can function even with the side effects. (i’ll take dizziness and nausea from oral antibiotics over having to stay in the hospital on IV stuff, tbh.)
Before anyone asks, yes, this is on my list of things to dance eventually. Lol. Y/you already knew. i wasn’t trying to get in my feelings with this song tonight – really, i wasn’t. You can tell from the way the photo was uh… well, look it’s kinky as fuck. Lol. But then this song happened…
Continue reading “Confession .269. For A Chance To Start Over And Rewrite An Ending Or Two For The Girl That I Knew…”
You make it sound so pretty, even when it’s not
Didn’t choose, but it’s the only one we’ve got
And sometimes i get so tired of getting tied up in my thoughts
You’re the only one who ever makes it stop…
i was inspired partially by this photo in particular by Novaleigh Freng. i set out to take something similar, however as per my usual, when i set out to take something ‘closer up’, i kept dragging the camera back and back until i wound up with a bit further shot than i originally wanted. But hey, it still works!
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Seasons, they will change, Life will make You grow
Death can make You hard, hard, hard
Everything is temporary, everything will slide
Love will never die, die, die…
i try not to blog on this day each year. August 1st is hard for me, but given that it’s 11:47pm, at night, about to become August 2nd, i think i can still get away with it before i go to sleep.
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