"The weirdest of thoughts show up in my head once I’m tucked in and ostensibly settled for sleep. Something about being prone inspires my brain to head off on weird tangents and analyze odd thoughts and questions. Last night was no exception; i was full of mental meanderings."
"when i’m advising myself, my brain likes to spew out absolute crap and all too often, i follow it. why does the bad advice i give myself seem so much easier to pay attention to?"
"words are clumsy and imprecise, narrowing complex emotions into simple groupings of letters that do not adequately express anything, open as they are to misinterpretation and minimalization."
"my recovery is not going well today. i’m struggling to hold the line, to hold onto a reality that isn’t the voices pounding inside my head, asking to be let out to play. “play” is a misnomer, because when the mental illnesses come out, it’s no longer playtime. my brain gets busy while my body gets quiet, in an agitated, pacing kind of way. i become exquisitely unproductive."