
Category: mental heath
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My therapist gifted me this during our session today- made from a small balloon filled with sand. A nice surprise, and I love the texture x -
I came across an old picture of mine and felt a terrible tug in my heart. Because I know when I am gone, so too is my work. I can’t deny that hurts. I would like to believe that at some carboot sale where my life is sold after being cleared out of where ever I end up, someone will say that photo or piece of art (writing never gains much attention) is nice. That someone will appreciate it. They will, in a way, remember me.
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I won’t cry for yesterday. 
Glass coasters. -
Apologies to anyone I’ve been rude to today. I try to keep family drama away from the Internet at their request (they, though, despite being told to by my mental team, refuse to keep my interaction with my father to a minimum) but weeks of having my asshole father here has been truly awful. All the signs of stress and severe anxiety are back – talking and whimpering in my sleep, shaking, dissociation, mild acts of self-harm like banging my head against the wall, etc.
I’ve tried to deal with it by taking up my old hobbies, which is the one good thing to come out of this. But it is still hard.
Thank you for reading.
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From instagram/mydarkrosegarden -

Once upon a time, I was one of those kids.

