I don’t know which thoughts are my own. So many voices. Such blindness. Am I where I’m suppose to be; the last test. Chose yourself but chose what. What do I want. Certainty.
I sit on my front step only to find I had let all my tears slip out on the way here
There is no release waiting for me
I ponder if more will come later but still none now
Alone where I am comfortable to grieve.
Silent tears
I sit in the car with three other people. Two in the front seat and my sister beside me. She holds her pregnant belly and gazes out the window. It’s only two tears, I tilt my head so the fall on the side my sister couldn’t see if she dared to look over at me.
The only thing keeping me together is a card game on my phone and the image of me sobbing on my doorstep.
5 more minutes
Small talk
A few poor jokes
Finally in my driveway
I slip through the gate and walk around front so my roommates don’t accidentally find me on their way home
I wonder how long I can feel nothing for until it too loses its meaning. Do I then become a black hole, a portal into a desolate landscape, a sneak peak into decomposition.
Such twisted sickness grips my veins. I could rip my hair out until my scalp bleeds but I know the long term would not be worth the pain my brain so desperately needs to feel sane. How do you just get up everyday
I have severe abandonment issues, ADHD, and Borderline Personality Disorder and they all hold hands in an I hate you musical. There are no leading roles just supporting characters for everything and the don’t want to bother you so if you don’t like it it’s okay we’ll just leave
I still don’t know the difference between reality and psychosis sometimes, my brain developed in a conditioned thought pattern. How crazy can you be before someone really sees.
Day 8 of this depression cycle. How can one of my first thoughts in the morning be I wish I was dead. That I ceased to exist. I want to be angry but the most I can do is simmer for a moment. It’s so annoying to know how wonderful my life is and wake up agony anyways.
She believed in several stereotypes disclaimed here as well as making several comparison how the Canadian government used the same tactics as the communist one she escaped from. It is time to be educated and listen to the voices of history in order to change the future.
I just finished this book. I grew up in Grande Prairie AB, finished school in Calgary and we covered not even an ounce of this. I then spoke to my grandma about it who immigrated here 40ish years ago to escape a communist country.
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Today is National Indigenous Peoples Day! @DailyHiveVan shares 10 essential reads by Indigenous authors, including '21 Things You May Not Know About the Indian Act' by @wewap: https://t.co/8n2GwV157y @PageTwoBooks#NIPD2021