recovery
Your illness does not define you. It's your resolve to recover that does.
You did WHAT?. First Place in Body Art Challenge.
I hope I do this right. Unfortunately, part of my story has to do with the loss of someone, and that beautiful, brilliant someone belongs to a number of beautiful, brilliant, strong family members and friends who sting for her every day. It’s impossible to think of a way to honor her properly in the framework of a narrative centered around me, and describing such grossly indulgent and juvenile behavior.
By Autumn Faithwalker5 years ago in Psyche
BodyArt Nature's Way
I think, like a lot of people, I'm obsessed by tattoos. Having 5 currently and more to come, I can say every-time I go, I'm already thinking of the next one I want. The way a tattoo artist seems to flawlessly ink away on your skin and making it a part of you is something nothing less than pure magic. Each one having such a personal meaning of something in your life. Something that has changed you, affected you or represents you. All so unique to each individual. Such perfection! (Unless of course it's a tattoo nightmare but I think there is a show for that already. And a whole different writing challenge!Ha!)
By Leslie Scott5 years ago in Psyche
I Know How It Feels
I know how it feels to feel alone. I know how it feels to be alone. I know how you feel when you say you are completely broken. I know, I understand, I see you and I am here for you. Nothing is worse than your brain telling you that you will not be enough. But I am here to tell you that you are enough, you will make it and you will be okay. You might not be okay today, tomorrow or even in a year, but I promise you that if you just hang on, you’ll survive. And one day, you won’t just survive, but you will thrive.
By Sara Caramella5 years ago in Psyche
Waking up
It was 2015, & the downward spiral of my addictive personality had fully taken form. I was slingin haircuts at Supercuts, taking multiple breaks every hour or so to pound down a few shots of whisky to steady my hand, or after a while it was to lock myself in the bathroom & try to find a vein to tap in the low light to ease the pain. My path of self destruction started very young, around 11 or 12, after a few traumatic sequences took place, but it wasn’t in full beast mode until I was well into my 20’s. At the time, I didn’t plan on surviving through it, so there was no “plan”. I already lived a fast life, I was surprised to even make it to 25.
By Nicci Zelda5 years ago in Psyche






