The Load Is Heavy
In addition to all the stuff above. I also have Dissociative Disorder, Panic Disorder, Social Anxiety, GAD, Depression, OCD (Obsessive Thoughts), and I self-harm. I am also a very strong empath and have just come to understand what that really means. Must makes sense, but I have trouble discerning what is mine and what is not. I have struggled all my life and after some stability the ribbons no longer hold me. I'll fall in to ocean below and drown. My life story is crazy and mixed up. I don't know what I will write. I'm told writing helps, but if not, perhaps it will touch someone else. There will be many triggers here so read at your own discretion. Ribbons of Red. I could say ropes or chains, but everything always appeared beautiful and right. The world mama lived in was about image. Never truth. So for her, I will make my chains red ribbons. It sounds better. For her. I'm okay with it. See, red ribbons are all of a sudden so appropriate. I sometimes see red ribbo...