This morning's therapy was excruciating. It's difficult to describe the kind of grit and courage it takes to keep showing up, session after session, knowing how deep I need to go. Ripping out scar tissue and leaving nerves exposed. Having to face the parts of myself that I have never liked, and who've never liked me. To see the pressure and cruelty I subjected myself to in order to survive.

Some weeks, it feels like voluntary torture.

And I keep going anyway. Because it's the only way to get to the truth. And I owe myself that much.

”I've cut all of the pertinent wires, so my eyes can't make the connection

I am holding my breath, I am feigning my death, when I'm looking in your direction”

- Ani Difranco -

I Did This To Me

Acrylic markers on paper, A5