What memories I do have, have come back slowly and consistently after 7 years of mental suffering. I write them from the bottom of my deepest most intimate thoughts. I don’t write everything, because it’s not healthy for me or for others. I usually write, and edit, and write the same post multiple times, and then I feel an immediate release. It’s not a pleasant feeling, like it’s off my chest now, it’s more of just a closer to normal feeling which allows me to be coherent. Less of a mess… I read the responses. All of them. Sometimes after a more in-depth comment I go back and read it again. Then I read the comment again, as well. I can do this 20 to 30 times a post. Just to feel it again, and to feel what those responding are feeling as well. To make it stick. To not not feel it. So that it stays with me. So that I feel you all. It’s a wonder I’m not a raging alcoh… 🙋🏻♀️💛🤦🏻♀️ #onlyonweekends #lol #thankyoufriends https://www.instagram.com/p/CQSjG7OJmvR/?utm_medium=tumblr
