Medicated & in therapy・avoidant & isolative artist working through messy trauma and trying to ameliorate stability. Self-scrutiny, fragmentation and mourning past mistakes and pain I've inflicted or attained.
But my gut couldn't handle what my head can and it threw off every bit of balance I retain.
But my gut couldn't handle what my head can and it threw off every bit of balance I retain.
I'm fully medicated, focused, stable, fed, clean - I just wrote for too long. I got nauseous and I threw up. I pushed past whatever barrier I steer clear from and vomited.
Why did you do all those things to us? To him? To me?
I'm fully medicated, focused, stable, fed, clean - I just wrote for too long. I got nauseous and I threw up. I pushed past whatever barrier I steer clear from and vomited.
Why did you do all those things to us? To him? To me?
I'm doing it for a reason, I want it to be specified. They are a criminal. I draw about the vague them-shaped dread within my PTSD.
I'm doing it for a reason, I want it to be specified. They are a criminal. I draw about the vague them-shaped dread within my PTSD.
Angry bear in it's stead✌️🐻
Angry bear in it's stead✌️🐻
Doesn't sit well with me, yearning to peel their skin off and make a Blood Eagle out of them, so I drew my fursona seething. Anger's not my thing, but when it happens..
Doesn't sit well with me, yearning to peel their skin off and make a Blood Eagle out of them, so I drew my fursona seething. Anger's not my thing, but when it happens..
Absurd how much withheld information - or, well, just plain slander will fuck with ones head.
Absurd how much withheld information - or, well, just plain slander will fuck with ones head.
There have been times I haven't recognized my own face, have refused to view my own reflection for months or have watched the chromatic aberration of my character split and shift.
I always recognize myself, though. But now the image is unfocused, blurred.
There have been times I haven't recognized my own face, have refused to view my own reflection for months or have watched the chromatic aberration of my character split and shift.
I always recognize myself, though. But now the image is unfocused, blurred.
But I will still hold immeasurable hatred towards you.
But I will still hold immeasurable hatred towards you.
But it wouldn't be your fault, nor anyone's whom I may have harmed the way you said I have. Not for a moment. just a consequence of atrocities I committed myself.
But it wouldn't be your fault, nor anyone's whom I may have harmed the way you said I have. Not for a moment. just a consequence of atrocities I committed myself.
Who knows, sound, maturely presented testimonies against me, showcasing that I'm nothing but an echo of my own suffered abuse -
Who knows, sound, maturely presented testimonies against me, showcasing that I'm nothing but an echo of my own suffered abuse -
for fucks sake, say something. Ask for help.
Don't carry the burden alone.
Don't gloat irresponsibly about the hours worth of material you have to expose others of genuine, horrendous crimes - and then do nothing but leave things at a stalemate.
for fucks sake, say something. Ask for help.
Don't carry the burden alone.
Don't gloat irresponsibly about the hours worth of material you have to expose others of genuine, horrendous crimes - and then do nothing but leave things at a stalemate.
For over a year.
For the sake of your personal health, I'm sure, and if anybody suggests otherwise, "they should die in a pit" or something.
It's a lot of stress, a lot of responsibility to carry the burden of so many other peoples traumas. Even with help.
For over a year.
For the sake of your personal health, I'm sure, and if anybody suggests otherwise, "they should die in a pit" or something.
It's a lot of stress, a lot of responsibility to carry the burden of so many other peoples traumas. Even with help.
If I have been what I hate most this whole time.
If I have been what I hate most this whole time.
I'd understand what was lost to me, know if I'd missed vital mistakes, unchecked abuse, a deeply buried disturbance.
You'd do what I wish somebody had done for me, once.
I'd understand what was lost to me, know if I'd missed vital mistakes, unchecked abuse, a deeply buried disturbance.
You'd do what I wish somebody had done for me, once.
If the tone of my thoughts doesn't communicate it, I want to clarify;
If the tone of my thoughts doesn't communicate it, I want to clarify;
But they told you. All of these people you said reached out to you, everyone whose experiences would be told, my mistakes - no, CRIMES, would be outed. Professionally essayed with delicacy.
But they told you. All of these people you said reached out to you, everyone whose experiences would be told, my mistakes - no, CRIMES, would be outed. Professionally essayed with delicacy.
I didn't. And the victims that scorn me and came to you, I didn't make them feel safe enough.
I didn't. And the victims that scorn me and came to you, I didn't make them feel safe enough.
You said we'd know the pain I inflicted.
You said we'd know the pain I inflicted.