December 17, 2015
November 27, 2015
November 16, 2015
this was not the editing style i had in mind when
i took this photograph, no not at all. but when i
edited it, i decided to be real, and let it reflect my
actual feelings, to strip away that fake mask of
completely unattainable perfection, because i
know i will never be perfect, and that's ok.
it's those moments when you start to feel so alone when that depression starts to show it's ugly face. it comes almost unsuspectingly, and then after a little while of that coming on, it whispers lies to you, and you believe them because that's what you know. you sink deeper and deeper, and all of a sudden you realize that you've gone down that road again, that thing you said you were done with, it sounds like a good idea, those feelings you promised yourself you weren't going to feel again? they're back. those thoughts you said would never cross your mind? they're racing around your brain, and they're enticing to you. it's almost tangible, you can see it right in front of your eyes. you want to hold back, you want to break free, "i was done!", you remind yourself. and then you realize you already said it like it was in the past, and you know you're already all the way there. you do nothing but feel numb, because you've failed yourself yet again.
while this is all going on, the devil is whispering to you, 'oh yes, i know you were fine yesterday, everything was good... but that was yesterday, and now you feel lonely, like no one cares for you... because they really don't. you aren't worth a thought or a word. no text or message to say they care, because they don't. you're a bother to everyone you meet, and that's how it should be, because you are worthless. so come on, you know this will make you feel better.'
and you go, because that's what you know. because you don't have enough strength to say no, because the idea has been planted and grown. all in just a few moments, you're so far down that road that going back seems impossible, because you know the alternative will work for you, because you've done it so many times before. it's that bad habit that you've tried so hard to break because you hate it. but you know, deep down, that you really actually love it, and it makes you feel, it gives you some control in a life that is so weighted down by things you can't control, like what others must think about your life, and the feelings that are happening but you can't suppress.
and the next morning you wake, it hits you like a ton of bricks. it was a bad idea, and you realize now, and you hurt, and you're ashamed. you pick your clothing with great care. people ask, you look away, say it's nothing, it's not a big deal, or you make up some other excuse, almost trying to convince yourself, too. the topic is brought up and immediately you tense up, your mind shuts off, and you reach for whatever your brain locks on first. you can feel eyes on you, but you don't dare look up. they might see, they might know. you feel so ashamed and ruined, but those things can't be changed anymore. the past is the past, you just need to keep moving forward, but it's so hard, and life is so unfair...
labels: my story
November 14, 2015
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August 27, 2015
July 24, 2015
June 17, 2015
June 2, 2015
it’s 11:48 pm, i’m sitting outside, on my trampoline wrapped up in a quilt under the full moon, with that, one streetlight far in the distance, and my computer screen being the only light.
i was listening to music (mostly ‘some hearts’ by Carrie Underwood, because that brings back such a happy time for me), but my phone recently died (it’s been doing that a lot lately, especially when it has plenty of battery left). i should probably get it fixed.
you may be wondering why i’m doing this. my hands are ice, and i have to get up extra early tomorrow for work. i should probably go in now, but theres something so peaceful about being here and now. im so content, and almost, kind of happy.
my hands are ice because i just finished typing up a very long, pretty detailed piece of my life. it’s honestly one of the hardest things i’ve done, as silly as it sounds, but it’s true. and i will say, typing it all out has been therapeutic for me.
this moment, right here and now, just doing something i dont normally do, but have always wanted to do. to write outside at midnight under the moon and stars, this is what i love. i love being spontaneous, i love going on adventures, i love to experience new things, things like this.
May 15, 2015
May 6, 2015