A Week [TW SH]
Last Sunday I had the worst dysphoria I've ever had; I hated my fingers and my bones and everything, and I felt physically sick.
I had a bad week, where awesome things only served to pull me out of my awful feelings for a while.
It came to a head on Friday; I had an absolutely terrible evening, most of it my mother's fault. After ruining my evening (so many thanks to my best friend who saved my dinner and to my best friend and my partner for both being there for me to yell and rant at) she came home and yelled at me for texting her, saying I'd ruined her evening, telling me I treat the house like a hotel, and generally telling me my problems are nothing and her problems are infinite.
I'm not going to lie, I ended up cutting myself. I got nothing from it but an overwhelming feeling of shame and guilt. I immediately confessed to my partner. They're the most awesome.
I spent Saturday and Sunday with them. We went out for the evening, we went to their Church, we snuggled on the sofa and watched Airplane!.
It's Monday. I feel okay. Just over a week later and I'm okay. In fact, it's only a couple of days and I'm okay. Life's a funny thing.














