Fifty Eight: Being there for others

I want to use at the moment. Triggered majorly by being under the weather, by the physical symptoms of being under the weather mirroring the physical effect that using as much as I was had on me. I know that using would send me spiraling and probably bring me back to being actively suicidal. At the moment I’m okay with being here. Yeah there are times when I think about suicide, Continue reading “Fifty Eight: Being there for others”

Fifty Seven: Face the fear

There is a book ‘Feel the fear and do it anyway’ by Susan Jeffers. I love the title of the book. It’s a motto I hold, although I don’t act on it anywhere near often enough. The first time I did something solely because I was afraid was when I was invited to join a group of girls going away for a weekend. I knew that they were acquaintances and not friends. I knew that they were friends with each other. I knew that someone I feel responsible for would be there, and that whatever I did would be wrong. I chose to go knowing it all. Precisely because I was afraid.

Continue reading “Fifty Seven: Face the fear”

Fifty one: Stumbling block or stepping stone?

Everything that happens in life can either be a stumbling block that sends you tripping and ultimately down the darkest chasms, or a stepping stone, which you climb higher and higher. Everything. It doesn’t always seem so. There are some things in my life that I wonder about. Like the fact that I have a plan down to the hours that I can use to kill myself, including to the method at hand.

Continue reading “Fifty one: Stumbling block or stepping stone?”

Fifty – Kintsugi

I have so much to say about this and just don’t have the headspace to do it. I want to at least put something down.

Kintsugi is a Japanese art form. They take broken pieces of pottery and repair them with gold so that the cracks are the beauty.

I’d love it if anyone could elaborate.


Forty Nine: It’s part of a big picture

I’m sitting here, surprised, that I am here. This date has major significance to me. Beforehand I was dreading it, yet now that it’s here, it’s just a date. Just another day. That’s part of the big picture. This day, a year ago, was the end of 6 weeks after I promised to try (not to end it) for 6 weeks. Yesterday a year ago was when I promised to give life a go. It’s been a year. Continue reading “Forty Nine: It’s part of a big picture”

Proudly powered by WordPress | Theme: Baskerville 2 by Anders Noren.

Up ↑