Vividly bursting through my sensory system with synapses flaring out of control.. Read for more
Remember that feeling of psyching yourself up to go? Feeling anxious and sweaty. Getting in the position to make the leap, and counting down. Closing your eyes and imaging yourself just getting it over with.
On a long list of tattoo ideas I wrote years ago, ‘breathe’ was one of them. It has been and still is one of the things I always tell myself whenever I’m going through intense feelings.
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
To tell you the truth, I never imagined I’d make it this far. Through my childhood and adolescence, I had one particular desire; to simply fade away.
Self-loathing is a feeling that is close to my heart. It’s been hard for me to feel comfortable in my skin, satisfied with my choices or genuinely happy in my thoughts.
Although I’d spent most of the aforementioned time feeling sorry for myself, I became accustomed to the time spent alone.