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Mr Twin Sister - Jaipur
Are you alright? Is there even a real me? Or am I just a series of nights? Blush (2014) Mr Twin Sister
here we go again
try a little tenderness
in honor of that last post, how have you been feeling lately genesis?
I am in a major depressive episode and my anxiety has been growing and growing. My palms are sweaty, I literally cannot stop trembling at times, and if I didn't keep my tongue between my teeth, I would have lockjaw from clenching so hard
I am super high functioning, so it feels maddening how my mind can be on fire and I'm just sitting at work, getting my tickets done and filing bugs.
I know I have been craving a space where my sickness can be seen and held and that it could be witnessed without detracting or exceptionalizing what I have been able to accomplish.
I have been wanting nothing more than to cry it all out and be held. At the same time, I want to jump around my room, blast "I'm not okay, I promise" and sing at the top of my lungs. This manic and frantic energy pulls me between being too exhausted to do anything but cry and feeling so damn restless that I could run and run and run and maybe never stop.
I told my therapist that I am trying sobriety because I can't get high anymore and I'm just throwing money at a problem that money can't solve. I guess that is the scariest bit, right Genesis? That there is no solving this and you just aren't okay. I'm not okay and it feels like I'm alone in that because everyone just sees how put together I am, but I'm not, I'm not okay, I promise.
I will be okay though. I have to be.
what a trip down memory lane.
note for future genesis:
the poem you performed was called 'slip your mind',
from swarm.
other note for future genesis:
its okay to revisit the things that made you happy even if that time of your life was the beginning of the absolute worst part of your life. it's not a regression. there were pockets of joy then too.
wednesday.
I just took a DNA test
Turns out,
I'm 100% THAT BITCH
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
I love you filled my eyes
Fuck you for loving me
Romance!
“Respect whatever pain you bring back from your dreaming”
— Audre Lorde, from For Each Of You in “The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde”
date someone who will sit down & say “let’s fix this” instead of being a child and ignoring you
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