On the Flip Side

I do love myself with all of these little imperfections and moments of uncertainty. It might not always look like it, and sometimes I might forget it, but there is a flip side to every coin. Every rose to every thorn. Every sunrise following a sunset. I am eternally a child of the crossroads and I wouldn't change a damned thing about it ❤

Diagnostics

I am feeling a lot better though. I don't know what it is about having an official diagnosis that made it easier to accept what's happening in my mind all the time, but it does. It gave me a goal post. And I'm not going to fight getting the help I need anymore.

Touching Walls

can almost feel the concrete slamming up into my face with a few, and my internal dialogue reminds me that this process is inevitable. I convinced myself a very long time ago that I didn't need to be important to other people, even if they meant the world to me, and thus it would be easier to let the heartbreak roll off me.