I Have A Lot Of Scribbly Comics About Motherhood And Parenting In My Journal, But I Thought This One

me: *chilling*

my hellbrain: trigger yourself and also hyperfixate on the triggering thing and also fuck you *sirens*

“brb gotta walk my duck”

@doit-doit-doit :D our friendship

mood for february is to refocus on self. freeing yourself from whatever has been dragging your soul down. saying “no” when needed. taking a step back. providing yourself with constant reassurance of your strength. mentally, emotionally, and spiritually preparing for the upcoming year. cleanse yourself from the inside out.

It’s like all the sudden you’re in a body that’s not yours, a place you can’t recognize. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, you are in this place and nothing seems real or right. You want to run, but your legs aren’t yours and you can’t move. You want to scream for help, but your are struggling to breath. Lights seem blinding, sounds pierce through you like daggers. Soon you are lost in a dark room trying to find your way out… but your thoughts turn into living creatures crawling and screaming under your skin. They scream you are going insane, you are going to lose control. They tell you they are in control and you’ll hurt yourself or someone else. You can’t trust your thoughts, you can’t trust yourself so you stay in the darkness so everyone is safe, soon they stop crawling and screaming, but you can’t leave the room. Your body is weak from fighting, your mind is no longer yours.

“The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.’”

— Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)