Bleat! My mental health team peoples let me color during every group in the day. This is a random scribble I made in group 1, and in group 2 I colored it all in. I turned it into a car thing and I kinda thought it was cool so I wanted to share it with friends. I call it... Thought Wheels.

I'm different, always have been, and I'd have to go through a lot of mental and physical torture just to fit in with the society of the world today. I'm (un)comfortable being me, but the feeling of comfort, means I'll never fit in. Safer just to remain as is and try not to fit in anywhere anymore..

The feeling of hopelessness can be so overwhelming at times, so much so, not even a fierce thunderstorm would confront me. The water, being wet, the cold, it would just not matter at all during a spell of hopelessness.

This piece I found online long ago has always touched me in a special way. Honestly, I hope for the same.

If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tearstained eyes, dont be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind, with your fear flowing behind, as you claw the thin ice.