I hold some so dear
The Long Unsustainable Contempt of Gray Noises
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Friday, December 21, 2018
Saturday, December 1, 2018
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Friday, November 16, 2018
The voice is so vicious today. Pervasive and terrible, biting and nasty. But I know I'm not a failure, or a fuck up. I do my best. I am raising two lovely, strong kids, and that my husband loves me despite my tragic mental health problems.
It's very hard today to talk it back. So I turned on music that isn't piano, instead trying a suggest album by Muse. It's helping break up the shattered, discordant noise, letting me think in one direction and without negativity.
This is a very hard journey. I end up feeling so very alone. But I try to reach out, to my village, to Matt and to my therapist when I need to.
I am not alone. I can do this.
It's very hard today to talk it back. So I turned on music that isn't piano, instead trying a suggest album by Muse. It's helping break up the shattered, discordant noise, letting me think in one direction and without negativity.
This is a very hard journey. I end up feeling so very alone. But I try to reach out, to my village, to Matt and to my therapist when I need to.
I am not alone. I can do this.
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