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Meet my partner though all my travels around the world. This turntable that has spun records with words have described me, with words that felt they were pointed at me and without music, life would be a mistake

It's been so long since I've been on but tumblr has always been a place I feel I can talk and vent without judgement. Over the last few years I've spent so much fucking time talking to therapists I feel like a narrator for a person I've never actually meet. I've been through so many battles self harm, attempted suicide, and several manic episodes. I feel like the larger the world gets the littler I get and as I take the time with my doctor's and therapist I feel so much more disconnected from the world. One thing though that hasn't changed is I'm still here and I'm greatful for that but how much self reflection is to much, how much looking for problems makes problems appear?