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“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”

— Mary DeMuth

I'm chronically ill. I'm disabled physically and mentally. I live a rough life from day to day. People always tell me how strong I am.

This may be with the best of intentions but in all honesty I'm not strong, I'm very weak from being broken down every single second of my life from my chronic illnesses.

I don't get to live my life, I'm surviving not thriving.

I truly encourage you to add things that simply bring you joy to your list of things to do that day.

it doesn't have to be big, it can be as simple as making your favourite drink or food for lunch or spending some time on a hobby or watching a show you enjoy.

adding things to look forward to and giving yourself time to experience those things is just as important as doing every other thing on that list.

you're allowed to plan to do things for no other reason than it makes you happy.

i like him, but i couldn't say it.

i don't know how to put it into words, afraid he won't believe it.

nights come devoid of the expanse of your silhouette: only the gnawing

winds

that reproach my bones what good is hope before remorse: when you hacked

your tresses before

my lips

could reach your

nape: with our perse detritus scattered i keep you as a divine shrapnel buried

deep in my pith

inferno: oblivious to your momentum swirling with a taste of non-existence

of

reticence

and you said:

there's no reason to obsess over fiery delights as the remoteness of memory

creeps like

bougainville

somewhere the sky is burning with your chrysanthemums and somewhere

it falls

through

my bones without you: without the taste of your tongue: the first light

won't ever make it here

before your urgencies consume

me and

everything that i will ever

touch

Autumn in Switzerland  🍂

lest we forget how fragile we are

21/11/06-6

These days the only

Thing I want is to just stop

Ripping me apart

“Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.”

— David Henry Hwang, M. Butterfly