The Bear Has Always Been Like a Mental Asylum And Somehow, I Feel Like I Belong There

And most importantly, it’s hard to organize a team full of mentally overloaded people into one unified team of skillful people. The most fucked up thing above all? You are...

Breaking the Orbit

I’ve always seen my trauma as a black hole. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been orbiting around it. Seeing it, feeling it, but never daring to get...

Thirty-Seven.

I tried not to care, but I couldn’t. Celebrating my own birthday has always felt strange to me. Not like something I look forward to, but something I could easily...

The Slap in the Face I (Eventually) Needed

As usual, I woke up jaded, dreadful, empty. In the past few days, probably since the first session of my therapy, I rarely got overstimulated by thoughts before bed or...

Hating Myself as a Protection

This is probably the most depressing title I’ve ever written. I should probably change it to something else so it doesn’t sound like I’m desperately, and actively, looking for validation,...

Fresh Out of My Cortex:

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Thirty-Seven.

I tried not to care, but I couldn’t. Celebrating my own birthday has always felt strange to me. Not like something I look forward to, but something I could easily...
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Hating Myself as a Protection

This is probably the most depressing title I’ve ever written. I should probably change it to something else so it doesn’t sound like I’m desperately, and actively, looking for validation,...

Line in the Sand

There’s a phrase that’s been lingering in my head lately. Quiet, but unsettling, like a faint, static hum in the background. It showed up when I was feeling powerless, when...