Heart – If Looks Could Kill: http://youtu.be/uZPe_o1e-Z8
YOU’D BE LYING ON THE FLOOR ~
I. Want. To. Feel. Or. Don’t. I??
I love the way my mind fucks me,,, oh so I try to breathe but inhale poison
The way it FEELS that I’m borne of hate
The lies that I tell myself. I. Just. Am.
I am beautiful, transient, infinity. The beginning ~ The END.
I am storming the palace, BEHIND the DOOR. SHAKING DREAMS, SHAKING THUNDERING NIGHTMARES. no QUIET in this house. YOU LIVE. I. DIE. SHHHHHHH….NO WINNERS, NO LIES
Fuel – Sunburn: http://youtu.be/U6zf3dW2t9Q
!I NEED TO GET FUCKED UP ON DRUGS AGAIN! PROBLEM SOLVED!!!! Pick me up when this FUCKED UP world is done with my ass.
Today’s post is a particularly heart-rending one. The subject is absolutely not specific to parenthood where there’s mental illness involved, and it’s very much about motherhood universally. It’s brutally honest yet beautifully written. It’s also incredibly brave – by being so open with us, the author has made herself vulnerable, it’s a big risk to take emotionally. Usually we’d welcome debate in our comments; this time, if there’s any trolling, I will delete the comment/s as swiftly as possible. That said, I’m hoping for lots of comments. (blahpolar)
The road from Saldanha Bay to the Northern suburbs of Cape Town was a long one. For someone going through their fourth onset of depression this year, it was even longer. My husband and I were en route to a clinic I hadn’t been to before, but was promised the support I needed. We stood outside the entrance of the clinic for…
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