R3v3rie - ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Reverie ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

made it 2/3 of the way through my therapy workbook. taking these broken wings and learning to fly, slowly but surely.

three hours later and i was in literal tears about how unfair it is that i have to work so hard to be a person. this Borderline shit got HANDS

i stg this shit is just Big Puppy Disorder. like wag wag wag my tail over this new friend, he is so nice and he is so nice to me and i want to be his puppy and make him happy too :3

i’m like some braindead golden retriever wtf is going on.

when i think of you my heart is filled with anguish. i pray that when you think of me, yours is filled with penitence.

i did the “safe space” emdr coping mechanism w my trauma therapist today and i literally just used a spare room in the men of letters bunker. like i didn’t have a real life safe space to imagine, so i had to think of a fake safe space, and i couldn’t think of anything safer.

thank you spn, for always being my home.

i will never admit this fact to anyone ever, the internet can know tho.

venting and oversharing to the void for a sec:

i try my hardest to be like “yay healing!!” but idk trauma work is hard. fanfic and fandom culture got me through the worst of the worst moments of my life. it’s alarming, because this past year i somewhat now have a life that isn’t unbearable to be present in. but today i find my brain needing to be anywhere but in the real world.

i’m 16 again, filling my head with fluffy stories where i’m not this deeply traumatized girl and things all turn out perfectly. being 16 does not feel good.

Aphrodite; Prayer to attract positive energy

Beloved Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.

I call upon your divine presence to fill my life with your loving light.

Surround me with loving energy and help me see the beauty in every moment and in every person I meet.

May your divine presence infuse my life with the beauty and love that you embody,

And may I radiate your loving energy to others.

5.30.23 - Profit off the Psychiatry. (excerpt)

My parents don't like the smell of the incense i burn. Its religious. They complain about it behind my back, like they do me.

Recently I went to one of my favorite museums of all times, the Muskegon Art Museum, and discovered this new bronze by UK artist, Beth Carter, Minotaur Reading. When people think of the myth of the Minotaur it’s almost always in context of his violence, his lust, his impossible body. Here all that is swept away with this monstrous form reading a small golden book. This made me crazy happy to see.