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Therapy session went great. No crying today and I even laughed at one point. Feel kinda empty now, just so fucking raw.
This time after is always weird, because you are in a fucked up state of mind and you’ve just had a very intense time and you step outside into a loud city. It always messes with me, and I tend to get really high after.
Same today.
Which means I am sitting on the bus, I don’t dare driving stoned. And at least this time I’m not crying on the bus, it always seems to scare the midwesterners.
”Omg that weird woman is showing emotions in public, I have to look away”.
It was the same when I breastfed. At home women do it everywhere and no one gives a fuck. Here? People were very offended. Like you havent seen a tit before.

Ok, obviously rambling. I’m more stoned than I thought. Now, I don’t even remember what I was supposed to write.
Sigh.
Get a grip Jenny!

Anyway, my therapist thought my hair was nice today 😁
 
Feel kinda empty now, just so fucking raw.
This time after is always weird, because you are in a fucked up state of mind and you’ve just had a very intense time and you step outside
I'm very familiar. Not the city, but the rest of it. That intensity, and the raw after. Like you've removed your skin...
 
Therapy session went great. No crying today and I even laughed at one point. Feel kinda empty now, just so fucking raw.
This time after is always weird, because you are in a fucked up state of mind and you’ve just had a very intense time and you step outside into a loud city. It always messes with me, and I tend to get really high after.
Same today.
Which means I am sitting on the bus, I don’t dare driving stoned. And at least this time I’m not crying on the bus, it always seems to scare the midwesterners.
”Omg that weird woman is showing emotions in public, I have to look away”.
It was the same when I breastfed. At home women do it everywhere and no one gives a fuck. Here? People were very offended. Like you havent seen a tit before.

Ok, obviously rambling. I’m more stoned than I thought. Now, I don’t even remember what I was supposed to write.
Sigh.
Get a grip Jenny!

Anyway, my therapist thought my hair was nice today 😁
That’s so awesome - you do have gorgeous hair! 😍


As hot as they are…and they are…let’s just say I’d rather see you like that 😁😉😘
 
Been a bumpy couple of days, but I am doing ok.
Doing the work, sleep all night, take long walks, take my meds, rest, read.
I am trying to get back into writing, so doing a sort of experiment. I decided to write one poem everyday to kinda kickstart myself. The only reason I am posting them is to actually force myself to do the job. Sadly I think the quality will be very hit and miss. But written a few so far and they have started to trickle out on the site. They are ok-ish.
If you read them please be nice, I have a fragile muse.
 
So this might be a huge mistake and a failure, but I was thinking I should start a thread.

I love art, photography, music, books, poetry, porn and everything inbetween. So my plan was to just post and talk about things I like, that makes me feel things.

I will give this a shot and try to post decently often (this part might fail), and hopefully someone gets something out of this, or even discover something that makes you feel things.

Feel free to comment, discuss, ask or share.
But please no hate, I can not deal with it. If you don’t like me or what I post, please move on.
I just run across your page, Jen, and I am going to make a point to read all your stories
 
Sometimes I get so sick of myself, the way I am, the way I act, talk and behave. I get sick of the way I look and think.
The first thing that happens then is that I avoid social media and Lit. The second is that I avoid mirrors and phones. Been in that phase for a bit now and accidentally saw myself in the mirror after I showered this morning.
It wasn’t really shock but sometimes I kinda forget how I look, and then it gets weird when you see yourself.
I obviously haven’t worn make-up or fixed my hair for awhile and let’s say that I’ve been cuter, haha.

Still struggling and still trying to write a poem a day. All I want is a couple of good lines but it’s hard. And I keep trying.
Seeing my therapist a lot and trying some more meds. It’s an ongoing experiment to find the chemical balance in my brain.
 
Sometimes I get so sick of myself, the way I am, the way I act, talk and behave. I get sick of the way I look and think.
The first thing that happens then is that I avoid social media and Lit. The second is that I avoid mirrors and phones. Been in that phase for a bit now and accidentally saw myself in the mirror after I showered this morning.
It wasn’t really shock but sometimes I kinda forget how I look, and then it gets weird when you see yourself.
I obviously haven’t worn make-up or fixed my hair for awhile and let’s say that I’ve been cuter, haha.

Still struggling and still trying to write a poem a day. All I want is a couple of good lines but it’s hard. And I keep trying.
Seeing my therapist a lot and trying some more meds. It’s an ongoing experiment to find the chemical balance in my brain.
You’re in my thoughts, always baby sending good vibes your way ❤️
 
Sometimes I get so sick of myself, the way I am, the way I act, talk and behave. I get sick of the way I look and think.
The first thing that happens then is that I avoid social media and Lit. The second is that I avoid mirrors and phones. Been in that phase for a bit now and accidentally saw myself in the mirror after I showered this morning.
It wasn’t really shock but sometimes I kinda forget how I look, and then it gets weird when you see yourself.
I obviously haven’t worn make-up or fixed my hair for awhile and let’s say that I’ve been cuter, haha.

Still struggling and still trying to write a poem a day. All I want is a couple of good lines but it’s hard. And I keep trying.
Seeing my therapist a lot and trying some more meds. It’s an ongoing experiment to find the chemical balance in my brain.
Hang in there, Jen, if you need someone to talk to, I am here for you. We don't know each other and possibly don't see things the same way, but maybe we will in time. I am here, Jen
 
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