Pissing Match With All of Myselfs

Upon being told that this device is a flour sifter, my son did the logical thing and found dandelions to sift. 🌞 😊

Upon being told that this device is a flour sifter, my son did the logical thing and found dandelions to sift. 🌞 😊

Cat nap, interrupted. Hippie Child is Keelahlah’s nemesis.

Cat nap, interrupted. Hippie Child is Keelahlah’s nemesis.

Keelahlah.

Keelahlah.

Lonely paintings. #paintingdreamland

Lonely paintings. #paintingdreamland

#regram from @webiteback My therapy days (usually Mondays) are equally as difficult as they are helpful. When you decide to take on your muddled up mind and wage war against an already ongoing, immensely strong war… it can be daunting and overwhelming and terrifying and exhausting and riddled with shit you would rather not confront and acknowledge. My mind can (and does) twist things and thoughts so seamlessly that even the nicest, kindest words and gestures can be contorted into lies that I see as truth. This complicates nearly everything. The number one thing that is keeping me from slipping into detrimental behaviors that are constantly trying to seduce me, is that I am not alone. I am incredibly fortunate to have an extraordinary support system that encourages me to keep going and reassures me (frequently) that I am not crazy and that I am strong. My fiancee insists on marrying me and loving me and absolutely supporting me no matter how much my brain boggles her brain (and she does it with amazing kindness). My trauma therapist is an excellent and careful guide. My entire self is both fighting and welcoming the work that lies before me. Some days I feel so strong and ready to rumble. Other days I am so small and I cannot fathom fighting back. The point is, I am doing my best. And in writing all of this out I am reminding myself that I am not alone and that it is good for me to talk about this out loud (or online, as the case may be). #mentalhealth #keepgoing

#regram from @webiteback My therapy days (usually Mondays) are equally as difficult as they are helpful. When you decide to take on your muddled up mind and wage war against an already ongoing, immensely strong war… it can be daunting and overwhelming and terrifying and exhausting and riddled with shit you would rather not confront and acknowledge. My mind can (and does) twist things and thoughts so seamlessly that even the nicest, kindest words and gestures can be contorted into lies that I see as truth. This complicates nearly everything. The number one thing that is keeping me from slipping into detrimental behaviors that are constantly trying to seduce me, is that I am not alone. I am incredibly fortunate to have an extraordinary support system that encourages me to keep going and reassures me (frequently) that I am not crazy and that I am strong. My fiancee insists on marrying me and loving me and absolutely supporting me no matter how much my brain boggles her brain (and she does it with amazing kindness). My trauma therapist is an excellent and careful guide. My entire self is both fighting and welcoming the work that lies before me. Some days I feel so strong and ready to rumble. Other days I am so small and I cannot fathom fighting back. The point is, I am doing my best. And in writing all of this out I am reminding myself that I am not alone and that it is good for me to talk about this out loud (or online, as the case may be). #mentalhealth #keepgoing

blacksoulbrighteyes:

"and I am barely holding on"

blacksoulbrighteyes:

"and I am barely holding on"