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I cut off my hair?!

Having any sort of mental illness means that urges are strong and frustrating. For months I’ve had such a need to shave my hair off, it felt like it wasn’t even an option, it was something I had to do, but apparently people will “worry” and think I’ve “gone mad”.

 So yesterday I sat down and chopped my hair off. I didn’t go too drastic but even so it felt liberating. Just being able to cut away something that is so easy to become attached to, and forget it ever existed. If you’re contemplating this- go for it! 
Here’s my before and after- 


That was it in a pony and then a fishtail braid, probably just past my boob..


And this is it now! I’m hoping to upload the video of me cutting it off as soon as possible. Hope you like it! 

Goodbye for now little buns! 

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A poem(?) 

I’m struggling, but I won’t say a word.

I’m falling to pieces, but I’ll smile and laugh.

The tears are rolling down my cheeks, but I won’t make a sound.

My mind and body are exhausted, but I’m always here to help. 

I’m terrified of tomorrow, but  I’ll never let you down. 

My days are filled with self hatred, but I’ll always tell you to love yourself. 

I can barely make it through the day, but I’ll always make sure you get through yours. 

I relapsed again, but I’ll never tell.

I want to tell you how much this hurts, but I can’t.   

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