i read a book years ago in which the author used the term “balanced” to refer to a character who was poised at the edge of a mental breakdown. i’ve always considered it a remarkably appropriate term.
i had too much cereal this morning. my brain took me to task regarding the quantity almost before i’d finished pouring it.
every day is a new day. this is either a good thing or horrifying, depending on your point of view and state of mind.
we all want the happy ever after, but what if i've been going about it wrong?
i'm balancing on the edge of a knife as i fight my #depression, and it's fatiguing.
it's hard to care for yourself when you don't care about yourself. i want the joy of self-care back.
"i've killed my son three times this week, and my father twice, and it's only tuesday. ptsd is a bitch."