Haters gonna hate…

Okay so this might hurt a little…it’s something I’ve been churning over for a while now. So I’m just going to say it and I’m sure that I’m not the only one who feels it either… Self care, self love, body positivity and positivity about mental health as a disability is fraught with little IRL…

that’s life, that’s what all the people say…

For once, I am in the throws of a treatment plan and thus far it appears to be going well aside from the occassional throwdown of too much emotion at one time, it’s been a pretty steady period of adjustment. My anxiety for the most part is on check and I am on the whole…

i think they call this, limbo.

Sometimes it is within the silence that everything becomes so very loud, like the ticking of a clock with its usually so quiet tick and tock or the hum of a refrigerator that is so rarely heard, it is in these silences when my thoughts are left to chit and chatter as loudly as can…