tw; ed, recovery
Hello dearest children of the underworld, I am here to divulge some of my thoughts. Why not?; as they say. However many of you that are left here on this deserted site may have seen or not, who cares, that I have been away for a bit.
It has come to Daddy’s attention (its me, I’m Daddy, for those new here), that I have been struggling with an eating disorder for quite some time. In the last few months, my inner voices have crescendoed & therefore I have taken extra time to be present for my mental health.
Recovery is hard. Its hard relearning how to properly eat solid food. Its difficult learning healthy behaviors that I never knew were absent from my routine. As mature & responsible as I have always been, I feel almost childlike.
All this to say, the most important relationship you have is the one you have with yourself. You matter. Im proud of you for being alive another day. This shit is hard, man.
I love you.
Googles "Constant waves of intense sadness" as if I have no idea I've been diagnosed with depression
I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway
we need irl subtitles. what are you guys even saying
i was so normal and neurotypical today and hardly went to the shadow realm at all
why my hand shaky
your skeleton is ready to hatch
this is so fucking ominous thank you
plant haven home by @my_tiny_jungalow
now at an age where i just wanna MAKE shit. bread. candles. baskets. birdhouses. the world isn't my oyster, it's my deluxe lego set.
made an awesome sandwich its time to sit on a steel beam high above thecity skyline and eat it