It's Really Hard To Not Hate Yourself When You Only Remember The Bad Things That People Have Said You've

It's really hard to not hate yourself when you only remember the bad things that people have said you've done. That's the one of the worst parts about losing your memory of who you were.

For personal background information I'm a nonbinary (they/them, though I don't really care which pronouns you call me) queer person currently living in rural Kansas. I currently struggle through my clinical depression and generalized anxiety. I'm also learning to convert to Reform Judaism. I like to paint in my spare time when I'm not overwhelmed.

Hey y'all, I don't know what's going on in my life anymore but if like to make this blog into a public account of my life and struggle against mental health. I plan on posting my feelings and and vent into the void and hope it says something back. I plan on placing the necessary trigger warnings at the top of all of my posts. I will occasionally post pictures of myself and what little art that I have been up to.

The purpose of this is to hopefully raise awareness of mental health and to effectively post a public diary and track my personal progress through this crazy, wild ride.

Current aesthetic:

Listening to two-door Cinema club and eating gas station pizza in their parking lot because I deserve it