Recovery and random thoughts.
“I was driving home the other day when I had an epiphany – I don’t have to live my life for other people.
This isn’t a new thought and it’s certainly not unique. It’s an idea I’ve been exposed to repeatedly but have failed to execute; however, there, on the side of the road as I pulled the mail out of the mailbox, it came to me again and this time I felt it in my bones.
Suddenly, it seemed visceral.”
“trigger warning – self harm
I’m standing at a fork in the road and I’m paralyzed. It’s a pretty big fork, with plenty of places for me to play. I don’t play well with others a lot of the time so I’m here alone, which is unfortunate since the games I play when I’m by myself and feeling distressed generally involve some form of self-harm. This explains the half inch hole that I’ve dug in my chin that’s now infected…”
“i can feel the changes coming
as the pressure builds up
inside my chest, deep in my soul…”
“I was having an imaginary conversation with some imaginary strangers while sitting on my deck this morning. This is not entirely unusual; I often have imaginary conversations with imaginary people about contentious topics…”
From famine to feast. 
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