I know my blog is a place for me to vent and unload and share my dark thoughts. But since my illness plays tricks on me to overemphasize the bad and undervalue the good, I’m going to take a moment to value the good
I drew this drawing recently, it describes how I feel imprisoned by my emotions.
And my friend made me this in response:
And it was so beautiful and thoughtful.
And sometimes I get messages from people, some I only knew in high school or college, but we were not close and do not keep in touch but they still write to me:
“You’re smart, charismatic, and from the looks of things, paving your own journey in life and writing your own life story. You don’t need any validation from anyone. You’re a wonderful person, and you are great just the way you are.”
” Hey you stranger / Poke poke / Loving your recent profile pics / Stunning love”
” Anyone who doesn’t value your contributions can fuck themselves and their inflated ego. You’re the straw that stirs the drink. Or maybe, if we’re going with cocktail analogies, you’re the spice in the jalapeño margarita. Whatever, you’re the best. “
” Hay my lovely lady, we love you the way you support and contribute a lot to the marginalized community and vulnerable individuals. You shared your love with friends and families, you inspired me in many ways my lady 💌”
Or sent me this poem:
Inside My Madness 