I Know I Don't Talk Much About My Practice Or Worship Much Here As This Blog Is Mostly Just Mental Illness

I just feel so ugly inside and out.

my therapist has no idea how bad she fucked up LMFAO. like- you think he thinks about me??? really??? no no no dez idc if he feels bad about what he did, he still thinks about me??? 🥺🥺🥺

i just want to give up. i’m tired of being damaged goods n hurting everyone accidentally.

i’m processing some tough stuff, i might post excerpts from the journals i have from them,, idk what to do everything feels like static

this.

I really thought I was on a good way to finally be okay, to be better as a person and mentally. But I haven't changed, I never will. This sickness has left my brain absolutely rotten, making me ruin every good thing I have.

I feel so helpless and cannot keep living like this. I know I'm the problem. I'm the sickness. I'm no good. Everyone has left for the same reason.

oh and when florence welch said: „is this how it is? is this how it's always been? to exist in the face of suffering and death and somehow still keep singing“

i hate being emotionally deregulated, why can’t people just care?

just talk to me. for once. i just want to know what you’re thinking one last time.