I call it agony because I myself don't know how to define it. Short breath, a pressing feeling on my chest suffocating me; the feeling of hopelessness, kind of. A feeling so devastating it wracks my body, leaving me feeling somehow emotionally splintered. My muscles feel heavy, moving is out of question, as if the … Continue reading Agony
I wrote this after one of the many panic attacks I had during lockdown. I hope you enjoy. She tried to take a deep breath, only to find it felt like a thousand needles pricking her lungs. Her head felt heavy, eyes droopy, as the sought after high kicked in.She was in excruciating pain. Not … Continue reading A panic Attack – Short Story
If you're suffering: get help. I did this morning, it worked.
This image was (obviously, if you are familiar with the manga) inspired by Raven from "Pandora Hearts". Nonetheless, I feel it expresses the loneliness felt in being chained to your demon, unable to run from it. This relates to my latest post about anorexia which I hope you enjoyed, as well as this picture. Dysfunctional … Continue reading The Chains of Despair
When I was inpatient my psychiatrist told me to try and write a prologue or short story which was fantasy, my favourite genre. This is what I came up with and I would like to share it with you. It was a moment in my life in which I did not see much hope and … Continue reading Kingdom of Dust
How NOT to be functional 