Last night, I had a bad anxiety attack that made me spiral down a dark habit hole. I am polyamorous but I also have the dark secret of having fear of abandonment issues. I was suddenly so scared that everyone was going to leave me. I decided to give my love of junk journaling a try for some art therapy. This is what I did. I've been getting a great response on Facebook and thought I'd share this as well on here since this piece is an embodiment of my emotional hell.
After taking anxiety meds, I felt a lot better. I also felt more stable after sleeping. I do have cptsd and depression/anxiety disorder. I have a lot of trauma in my past that I'm trying not to let ruin my relationships. It's a battle that's really hard. One thing I kept trying to push in my brain last night was that even a broken mosiac deserves and is worthy of love.
I've been feeling really insecure lately because of my herniated disk that's left me physically disabled. I have a hard time doing the things I used to do, and it's taking its toll on my mental health.
I feel so left out of people's lives, and it's not even anyone's fault. Not even I'm to blame. It's not like I woke up and chose this. I also didn't choose to have a traumatic childhood. Sigh. Anyway....here's to mental health awareness.
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Knowing that something is boiling in your chest and you can't do much to hold it down. Knowing that it came from the days you survived and nights you were barely breathing. Knowing there isn't much you can do about it other than gulp it down several times a day is heartbreaking . But as long as it keeps you alive it is okay . It is better than the hollowness that you felt for years . The emptiness that reminded you of an empty room with no windows .where someone hid all their griefs and let you in deliberately . The world wasn't very bright before and now when it feels a bit too dark to be seen by anyone it hurts more I think . So you just gulp it down silently till you can and move. To be on the move is the play. It is only okay you were ever allowed to choose .
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I could sit here and say I wish I never met you.
But that would be a lie.
I wish I never loved you as much i did.
No.
I wish I could stop loving you as much as I do.
I wish there could be this better version of you.
I wish you never held my heart.
I wish I didn’t let you drain my every last drop.
I wish I could just go back in time and fix everything that went wrong.
I wish this feeling you left me with will just go away.
Fuck i don’t even know what I’m writing anymore.
I’m so tired of crying over you.
I’m so tired of being hurt by you.
I’m so tired of being misplaced by you.
I’m so tired of being knocked down by you.
I’m so tired of wishing pointless things about you.
I’m so tired of being lost because of you.
I’m so tired of loving you.
But why do I want to crawl back to you?
On my hands and knees begging in such a pitiful way.
Just make it go away.
Take this pain away like you always do.
I don’t want it anymore.
I can’t live without you.
I can’t do this without you.
Why did it have to end up this way?
I want to hate you.
I want to be over you.
I want to move on from you.
But how can I move on from someone who shares my soul?
How can I hate someone who has my heart?
Why did I have to love you so much it hurts?
Why can’t I get you out of my head?
Or my skin?
Or my heart?
Or my life?
What is this you’ve done?
What have I become?
Who am I to become?
What have you made me?
Who was I before this?
I don’t know anymore.
Because you took it all.
You took it all away from me.
And promised me that you’ll love me.
Support me.
Take care of me.
Help me.
And now look at me.
An empty fucking shell lost without you.
Still looking for those broken promises to be mended.
I just want to come home.
And be a team again.
And hear you say those words you never meant.
I love you.
And I say them back and we cuddle.
While you stroke my hair or rub back while I cry yet again at your intolerable act.
But at least then I had you and some piece of me.
Now I have nothing but a fucking sweater wrapped in your scent.
Stained with my tears of heartache and emptiness.
You make me sick.
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