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steps of ghost's past
"We chose Kelmp. We found him first. He is Ours"
[Image ID: A digital illustration of Evan Kelmp, surrounded by five seraphs. Two at the front face away from the viewer, wings covering their faces. Two in the midground have their hands folded as if in prayer, enshrouded by three sets of wings, their faces covered by a veil. One behind Evan's head is a single rolling eye, wings spread wide behind the others. Evan's eyes are wide and distressed, and he is encircled by a halo made of teeth.]
I learned at a very young age that my definitions for "beautiful/handsome/cute", "fun", "funny"and "comforting", were very,very different from most people's definitions of those words.
i'm the kind of Anxious Neurodivergent that makes me yearn for a holiday where it's all my friends, specifically, coming together for me, to tell me everything Bad I have ever done, or continue to do, that bothers/annoys/hurts/generally displeases them, just air all grievances in extremely plain language, so that I can Fix Myself and Be Better, and they MUST tell me Something i've Done Wrong, because my anxiety is such that if you say I'm Good, *it simply does not believe you*, because i MUST have done Something. But if I can FIX something? if i can STOP being bad in some way?
oh my GOD. i all but pass out from relief. no exaggeration.
so thats basically what i want for yule ok
Being an eldritch being relating to things that could be seen as delusions and psychosis in general, it is actually dysphoric being a symptom holder for our psychosis. I am meant to be in control of the twisting of the mind, not subject to it.
I suppose I am less susceptible to panic from it, but the fact that I cannot control it is actually very dysphoric. It is my domanin, and yet I am not in control.
This piece is important to me, both as a return to a fandom that is written on my bones but that I've been less active in over time, and because of the personal significance of Frodo.
Frodo's character has become more important to me as an icon of endurance as I have gone through some very difficult times with my own mental health. He has the power of the Ring eating at his mind for years, and yet he still goes to destroy it to protect the world he loves. And even though it does break him, in the end he's not "strong enough" to power through, he's still known to be the hero of the quest.
That was sort of the line I was trying to portray here. The Eye and the burden of the Ring burned through the good times in his mind until he had to sail away. But there is still hope for him, and for me. Not just in the sailing but that the elanor-flowers, the little things of joy, can sometimes shine as bright as any burden can. Can be as *real* as the Ring's power.