People Who Wound Us Get No Say In How We Clean Up The Blood.

People who wound us get no say in how we clean up the blood.

Harriet Selina

"Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn’t that right, Todd? And that’s your worse fear."

all those motivating and uplifting posts are great but sometimes I feel like they are belittling the effort it takes. It’s not easy to start anew. You can’t just go to another country and start working. New clothes cost a lot. Changing Careers is hard and frightening. Breaking with toxic people takes a lot out of you and any new start goes with a lot of planning, anxiety, existential angst and courage. Any of those things, no matter how small, feels like a battle and I am proud of all that choose to fight it.

I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

Unknown

anyone else ever wish they could lie down harder? Like, I'm already horizontal, but I need more horizontal. I need to be absorbed by the floor. I think that would fix me

“I’m just broken. But in a way that makes me … me. My drugs don’t define me. I’m not psychotic. I’m not dangerous. The drugs I take are just a pinch of salt. A little seasoning in life, if you will.”