TW- mentions of trauma, details of trauma, eating disorders, ocd, death, chronic illness, child abuse I see her now, when im laying in bed crying myself to sleep. So weak, in pain, and scared of everything. She was so small. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!" She stopped eating 2 weeks ago. Couldn't even hold her eyes open to look at her mother while she screamed at her. Rolling over onto her side to throw up off the edge of the mattress. "THIS IS YOUR OWN FAULT FOR NOT EATING!" How coul

This post is a free form creative poem that may be upsetting. Trigger warning: Domestic Family Violence, Abuse, Suicide, Death, PTSD. On the 15th of June I should have died. And March last year I should have died. And when I was 11 I should have died. On the 15th of June I lost my home. Last year I lost my belongings. And when I was 11 I lost my Dad. On the 15th of June I left. Last year I stayed. And when I was 11 he left. On the 15th of June it was a baseball bat. Last year

This is a post for 11 year old Jen. If you aren't 11 year old Jen dont read this. Heyyyyy, so it's our birthday soon! I'm gonna be 25! I know that's like super old, and we are still here. Don't panic though, I got this. Its been a while, but this last month or so I have felt you with me. Which is weird because you are me. But sometimes I see you in the mirror, or in my photos. We look a lot different now, well kind of. Still got the same smile though. I just wanted to remind

This post will be discussing my own personal experience with grief due to a physical health diagnosis. Mentions of death, suicidal ideation, trauma, needles, medical treatment, and chronic illness. This is not an educational post. This is a personal story. On the 18th June 2026, I went to the hospital. Something that had become a weekly event. Where I was awaiting test results. My doctors sat down with me to tell me I have Undifferentiated connective tissue disease. A progres

There is a saying 'nobody is coming to save you', that is used when you get stuck in life. This is one of those that I have believed for most of my life. Even the concept of being saved made my skin crawl. I've always been the one to pull myself out of situations, emotions, and challenges. Alone. 2 weeks ago I was proven wrong. I experienced a near death encounter at the hands of domestic family violence. Got diagnosed with an incurable progressive disease. Became homeless. F

Let's talk about BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and Bipolar Disorder. This post will reference the DSM-5 and draw on my own personal experiences. These disorders are heavily stigmatised and misunderstood. This post will aim to clear up misconceptions and create clarity around these illnesses. BPD stands for Borderline Personality Disorder, a condition categorised as a cluster B personality disorder. People with Borderline Personality Disorder experience an instability

When I first started this blog as a teenager my main goal was to break stigmas around mental health, mainly DID. DID is dissociative identity disorder, a mental illness formed from intense childhood trauma in early development years. There are 2 main outcomes for those with DID. Functional Multiplicity or Integration. Functional Multiplicity involves learning ways to live as a collective system, allowing times for most/all alters to front and having a shared life. Integration

This is a stream of conciousness, diary style writing piece talking about the morning after a hospital visit. Mentions of suicide, suicide attempts, and mental illness. This is the morning after. Yesterday and ambulance was at my house. They took me to the hospital because i was going to take my life. Rather that stand up and grab the pills, I stayed in bed a little longer and called an access line. And then I got mad when they called an ambulance. My depression in a way save

Trigger Warning- This post is a writing piece by myself discussing what my experience has been with trauma from a very young age, and surviving a suicide attempt. This will be upsetting for some readers. Please read with caution and always protect your own mental health. Sometimes I stay awake at night thinking about her. That little girl in the Princess dress. Her smile missing teeth, her giggle so infectious, and her skin unmarked. I think about how she had no idea about al

I'd like to start this post by saying that it is highly important to never romanticise mental illness. This post is intended to start discussion around a real symptom in Bipolar Disorder. I will be sharing from my own experiences and the experiences of others. No one's Bipoler is the same, and everyone will experience symptoms differently. This post is for those who want to learn more about Bipolar, have Bipolar themselves, or know someone with Bipolar and want more understan

I often compare my OCD to a radio station. In the studio the sound is so clear and loud. While a car down the road hears though a stereo. And a van driving interstate just listens to static. Some days I'm in that recording booth. But as I've drove a long way the sound fades each day. If OCD is a radio station, Bipolar is a theme park. The flashing lights that should warn, but instead excite me. I love the biggest roller-coaster, so high and dangerous. But I can't get off. The

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