I found my old ward 2020 time sketchbook. ripped in half since I threw the best half in the bin. Oh, this madness in my head. To be tortured by something I don’t understand. Something that tells me I am a part of it, that I am fairy king, Griffith who has traversed deep intoContinue reading “book of the broken”
I don’t care who sees this. Judging eyes of past school mates or long-gone colleagues. From whoever it is, I often can guess one thing. They feel simply pity. That’s right though, isn’t it right to pity a girl who confesses ‘psychosis’ messed her up. I’m asking for pity aren’t I? No. Because there isContinue reading “scrapbooked sadness of clipart from a psychiatry handout”
I finally did the ultimate embarrassment by spitting truth on my 100k sub YouTube.
Below I started to remember PTSD around the visions I saw when psychotic. Basically the equivalent of Guts watching Femto and Casca um…..you get what scene I mean.
Ultimately, I’m going to interact on the internet the way I want to. That may be autistically and monologuing-ly unexciting to any average viewer, but it is exciting for me.