If you’ve been reading my work for as long as I’ve been writing here, thank you for sticking around during all the long periods of nothing. Managing my life and being able to write original content to post seems to be something I’ve been incapable of balancing. In fact the way I have been managing my life over the past few years has been massively dominating most of my focus and energy – if you have read my previous post about my mental health, you’d understand why this might be. If you haven’t then here’s a tldr: I’m suicidal.
But there’s a bit more to it than that, and it’s come from long years of mental and emotional abuse from someone I trusted and possibly other things I do not fully understand yet. This is about my relationship with reality, what I struggle with in terms of what is real and what I deal with that I know isn’t.
a place of words 