I think the moment I became truly afraid of my own mind was after witnessing another of my ‘selves’ spend hours combing over old MRI
A cool evening breeze has finally given us respite from the scorching heat of the past few days bringing with it a silent yet tremendous
Dear M, I don’t know when or how this all started, I don’t remember anymore, honestly I don’t know if I ever knew. I just
**Trigger Warning – suicide, abuse, sexual stuff, self harm, intense shame** – This was written a few days ago, I wasn’t going to post this
I nearly burned myself again yesterday. On purpose I mean, to get that twisted release that comes from binding yourself too tightly for too long
I was an avid reader from a young age, gobbling up works by Jackie French, Enid Blyton, John Marsden and Bryce Courtney like peanut m&ms.