I’m officially scared of chairs

For a little while know, I've known that conventional seating isn't my thing. In a bit of a weird way. I just don't like chairs. I much prefer sitting on the floor. I don't know if it's because they symbolise waiting rooms and classrooms and doctor's rooms and rooms of other people I've somehow irritated… Continue reading I’m officially scared of chairs

The Family Effect

To be perfectly honest, I have been under such a firm hold of dissociation that I can't remember whether I already wrote about this or not. Just before my nineteenth birthday, I almost killed myself. As in, the only reason I am alive today is because of one person who believes in me enough and… Continue reading The Family Effect

Triggers

Personally, most of my triggers escape me. The only ones I know for certain are the ones which produce anxiety; social situations and loud noise and public transport, among other things. But with regards to my depression, suicidality, self-harm and general life meltdowns, it's mostly unclear. Because they're a strange thing, triggers. Or more accurately,… Continue reading Triggers