So, itβs the holidays. This one is special for me because most of the women I love died this year. Yup. Mental health. Depression, anxiety, fear. These are all very real symptoms. π¦’ On my way from MIlwonky to Kentucky with the The Fighting Side we passed this windmill farm and rest area; one of the magic mirrors of traveling and tour. The swirl. A few years ago I sat at this very rest area in twilight. The knife I carry for self defense, I cut my body open with it. I cried because I wanted to die. And I wept because I imagined it would take a long while for anyone to even notice that I was gone gone gone. I didnβt die. This is also the time I made it to a tarot card reader I found on Groupon. She said to stop chasing love and to start making music. So I did. And it saved my life. I got this tattoo, as I often do, to remind myself of that set of hours, of The windmills in the night, hundreds of red eyes blinking in the darkness, of how low we can get and how we have the strength to pull ourselves out, positive scars I call βem. I say these things are symptoms because we can choose to fight. They are merely signs of things we need to heal. I am forever healing. I think about death often and with every breath I choose light and I choose love. I love you and I believe in you. #lovedetox #peterpanfrombrooklyn #nevertrustadoctor #fourletterword #selflove #lovewins #trustthejourney @garym_promo https://www.instagram.com/p/CXhLtvcPMgQ/?utm_medium=tumblr
