August. 


She is the love of my life, a dream come true. I’m so lucky to have you in my life yuki. I’m getting so excited for cooler weather. Autumn is the best. Poetry, antique shops, big cups of tea and big sweaters. I’ve been pushing myself lately and trying to step out of my comfort zone. Being social is way more exhausting than I remember. Gotta take it slow. I don’t need to talk to people everyday just work. The load doesn’t seem so heavy today I think I’m getting better at carrying it. 

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Last few years. 

Last time I made a post like this was June 2013 and so much has changed. It feels as if everything fell apart since then so I’m going to try to recall the ways things have improved or I’ve what learned. In the past 3 years I’ve done so many brave things that surprised myself. I’ve overcome so many things that almost killed me but I’m still here, still fighting. Husband, dog, home, money all left me. I fell in love. I had my heart broken. Made regrettable decisions because my mind was in a bad place. Almost killed myself. Survived an emotionally abusive relationship. Worked at a fabric store. My comfort zone evaporated so I had to go above and beyond. I’m astonished by all the shit I went through. I traveled to Michigan. Flying alone always makes me very anxious so I’m proud of myself. I love seeing new places. I think I’ve improved my makeup skills. I’ve worked on some art pieces. Regained some of my self worth. Reconnected with old friends after isolating myself for so long. I know I helped a couple people along the way but things like that are harder to remember. Sweetness is so easy to forget. It’s not as loud as cruelty. Many people tried to beat me down but I still rose up. I’ve been a good dog mom. Discovered I have borderline personality disorder. Been learning a lot about it trying to improve myself and not fall into habits that come naturally to me. I don’t want it but learning these things has explained so much and had helped me understand why I haven’t felt normal or like I can ever measure up. 

If I’ve learned nothing else in the past few years, I’ve definitely learned how powerful and resilient I am. I learned I won’t go down without a fight even through special obstacles I will triumph.  

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Dear K. 

Dear K,
It’s worth a try to push yourself to the limit right now. I know you are trying so hard but things aren’t getting better. It’s your responsibility to change this. You know how much can change in a short time so hold out a little longer. 

Dude I know you. I know you became the person you wished for when you were younger. Little me would think you are so cool. 

You are brave af. Sometimes your courage is buried under all your anxieties. I think I have to live with that but don’t forget what’s underneath. I know who you are under that and that person is courageous. That person has survived and fought the battle with their mind everyday. That person is loving and kind, a fighter. Still soft when the world tries to harden you. I don’t want you to give up yet. It’s not about being all better and a success right now. It’s about baby steps and one more good thing every day. Only you know what will be best even if it’s the hard choice. Recovery is long but it’s not in vain even if your brain tells you that repeatedly. So what if you self harmed just be kinder to your body because it’s trying to take care of you. Even when your head wants to put you in the ground. 

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Barelyhere. 


I’ve barely been existing. 

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Outside. 


Forced myself to go outside and sit by the river after waking up depressed. It helped a little after battling with myself to leave the house. 

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Coping. 


My mind floats away. I can’t touch it. My cartoons and being lost in a different reality grounds me. 

Nothing is making me feel alive so I’m just following what I love right now. 

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I vanish. 


When things are really bad I get quiet because I don’t want to share only bad things. When things are good I get quiet because I’m afraid it’ll pass so quickly because it always does. 

I still have a lot to share through bad or good. And whatever outlet I’m pouring out of I will continue to do so. 

Passion was one thing I was never lacking in. Weather it be for art, expression or lessening the suffering of others. 

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