I'm proud of myself for
the number of times I open my Notes app instead of picking up a blade;
keeping my dissection kit two miles away from me;
reaching out for help when shit goes too down;
finding healthy coping mechanisms;
trying to heal and get better each day;
still being sane enough to be able to communicate what's going on in my head;
embracing my low days and accepting them as a part of my healing journey;
for not losing my composure often and for apologizing when I lose it;
for still being nice to people irrespective of how bad they've treated me;
for just being more accepting of myself and my feelings.
Girl, I am proud of you!
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
