Can you hear me?
Somewhere in time, I remember the very first time I felt alone. I've spoken of it on here, so I won't go into so much detail. But I was a little kid, I must've been 7 or 8. This sudden all-consuming darkness washed over me, something that to this day is still very hard to …
Tonight is the first night in a long time where I've had alcohol. Sometimes it's hard to drink... it reminds me too much of my mother and her addiction to it. I do my best to separate my experience from hers though. I don't drink to drown out the demons in my head. I wish …
I sit and stare at it. The piano. My piano. Music flows into my ears and through my veins when I hit play on my phone. But when I look at my piano, I can't feel it anymore. I feel like a fraud. How dare I have this instrument when I don't even play it. …
It's hard to care for something that doesn't concern you anymore. It's hard to care for anything––including yourself––when this mood consumes you. I want to run away, but I haven't got the energy to even barely pick up my feet and leave the house. After my therapy session today, I forced myself to go for …
TW: talk of suicide and self-harm. On one side, I hear loud humming. On the other, I hear rain falling. The two together may drown out the noise inside this room, but they don't mask the sounds going off in my head. It's been said that 10% of those who suffer from BPD successfully take …
Where did you go? I can't stop crying. I opened this post up to try and release something that's stuck inside of me- like using a spatula and trying to scrape dried gum off of a table. I'm sitting here, my t-shirt and lap full of my own tears. I have nothing but white …
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I am overwhelmed. I am broken. I don't know what to write. I don't know what to feel. I don't know how to convey my thoughts into a coherent sentence. I am on auto pilot. I am broken. I am broken. I am broken. I want to write a post. I do, I really do. …
