I am starting to lose myself again, I’ve had the burning need to lock myself away somewhere alone and just write until I’ve processed my
Tag: dissociative identity disorder
The Last English Teacher
She was short and chubby, 30 something with long blonde hair. She was kind yet firm, quick witted with a sarcastic ‘don’t fuck with me’
Butterfly
In the sunlight the butterfly dances,From flower to flowerFluttering wings create a tiny ripple. But nobody hears. In the moonlight the moth dances,From flower to
Ghost
I’m terrified to be here, but there is safety in it’s emptiness. The echo of only my own footsteps traipsing down the vacant grey halls
Invisible Tripwires
*This is a throw back from our drafts folder circa June 2020 ish? Pre cancer diagnosis but while knowing we were physically unwell and attempting
Forgettery
Last week we seem to of accidentally opened Pandora’s box of mental madness by opening up in therapy a little about one of the childhood
