I Think If Mental Illness Had A Physical Symptom It’d Be Mold

nothing is wasted in the garden.

The flowers will grow regardless...

Margaret Atwood, from The Door: Poems; “Europe on 5$ a day”

[Text ID: “I’ve cut myself off. / I can feel the place / where I used to be attached. / It’s raw, as when you grate / your finger. It’s a shredded mess / of images. It hurts.”]

Odd Stone #2 by joctaviothomas on Flickr.

I had to endure everything alone so I’m sorry that I don’t know how to ask for help or even accept it

Experiencing Derealization and impending doom suddenly at the same time is fucking wild.

Sometimes I fear you've seen too much of me

other times I realize you barely know me at all

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I was fine.

I thought I could handle this but I can't.

🔪

rotten from the inside