Happy Birthday, Akitla! Have a proper photo of Stitch as a Clonetrooper Medic in training for your nightstand!
AAAHHH JAS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU!
Haha oh man, you guys. Hello. It’s been literally years. I came back on Tumblr for a hot second looking for this post because, funny enough, I wanted a better quality print of this picture for my office. I look back on the posts I made on this blog back before I tapped out and there’s a lot I could say about past me (oof, yikes), but here’s what I will say. Stitch the medic Clone Trooper has been with me all this time. Back when I was posting regularly on this blog, I had pretty severe, untreated PTSD. I was actively thinking about death, a lot. Shit was dark, and if you knew me during that time and stuck with me through that, seriously, thank you. I’m back real quick with a life update.
In the time since I tapped out of here, I got a LOT of therapy. I met the love of my life, and we’re getting married in October. I have done some serious healing, and some serious fighting, and some serious introspection. I treated my PTSD, and it is now in remission. I still have anxiety because it’s genetic and I am just stuck with that lol, but I am a self-care machine and am SO much better at taking care of that on my own. I just came off of my antidepressants after approximately 7 years taking them (no shade if you take them, they saved my life quite literally, don’t ditch your meds! I just felt ready to come off of them). And I am in training to be a clinical mental health therapist, currently seeing my own clients, and hopefully on track to graduate in 2023. My fiance (who is a psychologist) and I are hoping to open a gender clinic together when I am fully licensed to serve the trans community in our area.
Anyway, I’m posting to say, for anyone who is still around and knew me back then, it got better. My story didn’t end. Stitch was always a part of me-- he was the part that fights like hell, even when everything is painful and on fire. His picture, THIS picture, is in my office as I see clients. We’re doing the medic thing together. I am forever grateful for this image of him from the talented @jasjuliet because it gave me a physical reminder of a really cool part of me that needed some healing to be able to be fully realized. Sometimes, it’s easier to love an OC than it is to love yourself, but as it turns out... we’re one and the same. Same heart, same blood.
Same refusal to give up when the world is dark as hell.
Anyway, love to you all, take your meds, go to therapy, Stitch and I are rooting for you... and it gets better. I promise.
