Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver
You being alive is enough. ✨🦋 i'm so proud of you for being alive. 🌻🌈🌸
HOW TO FEEL YOUR FEELINGS, 2021, by Yumi Sakugawa
cuddling in bed and falling asleep together is probably one of the best feelings in a relationship.
“You are so much more than the people who couldn’t love you enough to stay. What is meant for you will always find you. Always.”
"My mind was filled with intrusive thoughts."
12.20.2019
In the past month...
No honestly it’s literally been not even a couple of weeks
I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar type 2. I’ve had my medications changed from zoloft back to latuda. I was taken off the trazodone I’ve been taking to sleep. I’ve had a shift from hypomania to manic depression. I finally started to feel a little better. My dad had a heart attack on Sunday. Everything is up in the air again. It’s 2015 all over again.
Supposedly this is his third. But I don’t remember when his second heart attack happened. Does that make me a bad son?
I left work early on Sunday when it happened. I called out on Monday so I could be more easily accessible. I found out he was home yesterday right before therapy. My therapist thought it was a good idea for me to let my cooperating counselor know about my situation so I texted her. She told me to take a mental health day today. Here I am. Sitting in bed watching netflix and writing. Well typing. I’m typing so much. I’m typing in all different places. Sharing my thoughts with this computer screen. With the internet. With the void. I’ve been awake since like 4:45am I spent all night waking up and going back to sleep Over and over and over and over The CBD isn’t helping my anxiety. Melatonin gives me ridiculous dreams. I’ve ordered a weighted blanket in hopes of getting a sound night of sleep. (Here’s to hoping). Sleep is needed. Relaxation is needed. Vulnerability is necessary.
Darkness
My mind is darkness
A black hole
Void of all composure
These hands
Are not my hands
But the hands of someone else
Or many someones
I shake at the thought of them being mine
This mind
Molded by the hands of others
By their words
Ideas
Thoughts
Of who I should be
And what I should do
The anxiety
Of taking it all back
Is exhausting
Overwhelmed
At the thought
Of becoming me
In a world
That wants to keep me
Under wraps
Because creativity
Is dangerous
Art
Is a weapon
And my voice
A ticking time bomb
Waiting
To
Be
Heard
-J.T.S.