Category: mental health insight
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i hate when i cant write. not because theres nothing inside of me but because there is too much. too many words, too many wounds, too many truths that sting like open air on skin not yet ready to heal. two days ago i was in a mental hospital. it was my first time, it…
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lately, i’ve been forcing myself to write, and it just leaves me feeling worse. i wish it came naturally again. i feel like i’m running out of things to say, or maybe just running out of the energy to say them. the more i open up to people, the less alone i feel, which is…
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if my sadness were a person, i think i’d ask her, what’s wrong? not because i don’t already know, but because i still want to hear her say it. at the end of everything, there’s never a real solution for me. i am the way i am because i am. but sometimes i wonder, what if i…
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i was taught to pray when the weight felt too strong, to kneel and ask why i felt so wrong. as if my skin could be made clean, like love in me was something obscene. but how do you change what youve always known, that the heart you carry was never your own? i push…
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im out of breath, im running fast from the shawdos stitched into my past. do you see my mane in the night? the girl i was still haunts my name, shes made of silence, and stitched with shame. you saw me last did i seem fine? did my smile still look like mine? i wear…
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i feel bad when i say how unfulfilled i have been recently in life. i work long days just to get by with impluse purchases and utility bills and nothing ever seems to feel enough. i dont feel enough. i wish i was good at something, i keep telling myself one day it will come…
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i like being sad. i like having something wrong with me. i like knowing there is something i can point to that explains why i am the way i am. what a horrible thing to want and i wish i was guilty for wanting it but i am not. every part of my being is…
Lesbihonest 