Bravest bitch I've ever met.

I'm hurting, I'm healing, I'm holding out hope. This is my blog about madness, liberation, anti psychiatry, and recovery(?). Some original posts but mostly I reblog really writings and art works that's at all relevant to those topics.

[pbeeanjay]

fish out of water

[terefah]

yes i believe god sends me messages personally but i’m jewish so i don’t need to act on them

[terefah]

etc

[maxxie-or-smth]

maybe it's time to try religious psychosis

[funeral]

Rosario Castellanos, "Entrevista de prensa"

[polari]

[Transcript:

I write because one day (I was an adolescent) I looked in the mirror and no one was there. Can you imagine? A void. And those around me gushed importance.

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[terefah]

Hiiii, didn't you just post a website with recources on trauma and related things? I thought you did and wanted to have a look at it, but can't find it anymore...

the integral guide! 🩷

[ceresbaby]

“Love Song” by Henry Dumas

[vampiresister]

On the other hand, the family is where most of the rape happens on this earth, and most of the murder. No one is likelier to rob, bully, blackmail, manipulate, or hit you, or inflict unwanted touch, than family. Logically, announcing an intention to “treat you like family” (as so many airlines, restaurants, banks, retailers, and workplaces do) ought to register as a horrible threat. Instead, to be metaphorically “family” in someone’s eyes makes-believe that one has something quite … unfamilial. Namely: acceptance, solidarity, an open promise of help, welcome, and care.

— Sophie Lewis, Abolish the Family: A Manifesto for Care and Liberation

[night-the-starfish]

Fish out of water, gouache and markers on paper.

[haverst]

'you and me' by Diana Boier

source / Haverst

[theinternetarchive]

'irises,' oil on canvas, dimensions: 73.7 x 92.1 cm; vincent van gogh, dutch c. 1890.

[ispyspookymansion]

kills myself in a fresh and stylish way that subverts expectations while being a clear love letter to the genre

[aesungaia]

[engulfes]

Jon Pineda

[femmeyaz-deactivated20230515]

My Sister, Who Died Young, Takes Up The Task By Jon Pineda A basket of apples brown in our kitchen, their warm scent is the scent of ripening, and my sister, entering the room quietly, takes a seat at the table, takes up the task of peeling slowly away the blemished skins, even half-rotten ones are salvaged carefully. She makes sure to carve out the mealy flesh. For this, I am grateful. I explain, this elegy would love to save everything. She smiles at me, and before long, the empty bowl she uses fills, domed with thin slices she brushes into the mouth of a steaming pot on the stove. What can I do? I ask finally. Nothing, she says, let me finish this one thing alone.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[mizuform]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am often in pain and I fear that it will get worse. I need to sharpen every possible weapon against it, but even more so against the fear, or the fear of fear, which is what is so debilitating. And I want to learn how to do that while there is still time for learning in some state before desperation. Desperation. Reckless through despair.”

— — Audre Lorde, from “A Burst of Light: Living with Cancer,” The Selected Works of Audre Lorde

[cilantrhoes]