#glitchbrain

One thing I don't think people who haven't been deeply suicidal for extended will ever fully understand is that hitting a point where life is worth living again (and if you are suicidal right now- I promise you will hit this point one day) is something worth celebrating more than practically any other life goal or achievement. At least it is to me.

Sometimes being plural sucks so badly because when something bad happens you have to go through the stages of grief like 10x instead of once like a singlet

I did not ask for this.

I have to say, it hurts a lot when you break up with someone for good reason and all of your mutual friends, including people who claimed to love and support you, drop you like a stone.

I hate having a human body so much. I'm too soft and small and my teeth aren't sharp enough, my nails aren't claws, I want something more than this.

Love the fact I can't talk about not being human with any professionals unless I want higher levels of care and even more antipsychotics. It isn't even like I don't understand I'm physically human right now just that I don't feel human as a whole or on a spiritual level.

Sorry for the hiatus everyone, I was hospitalized.