At around 6AM I like walking to the beach (often with my cat) and my pen (vape) to help calm my nerves (anxiety is a bitch). I’m all alone. And I explore as I try not to fall in. So, you see, I can see the pretty things out there ❤ Caught on … More Caught on the Rocks, photo by Drem
I was an actress playing a role… For this one, I performed my own assaults in my mind on purpose. … More Progress: Rape PTSD Breakthrough (yay!)
“…In the silver your eyelids are sewn open with gold threads and needles so what you’ve done plays over and over on black and white film…” … More The Sad Reflection, a poem by Drem
“…I’m addicted to the idea of reciprocal affection with a past that wasn’t meant to turn to fruition…” … More It’s Not Him- It’s The Idea I Miss, a poem by Drem
Note: This is so inspirational and moving… I can’t think of anything more to say. Speechless. I read the entire thing and I have a super short attention span so it means a lot. I’m also on chemotherapy right now so high as a fucking kite and sick as a poor dog but I got … More REBLOG: My LAST High
I did not write this. I found it online some time ago. I saved it on my desktop and find it comforting and funny even now. So, I am sharing. If you know the original author, do let me know so proper credit can be given.
“…Gliding over drenched flat cement with that letter to our former selves, we look a little pretty. Pretty drifters. Silvery, slim, lifeless, eyeless beings…” … More Finding Myself Again, poem by Drem
I think it’s sad that I look forward to going for chemo for its weight loss benefits…
He said that I’m fat, ugly and no one will ever love me.
Now I am fat, what I consider ugly and can’t love myself. … More Who Is There In My Reflection?, blog post by Drem
“…But I’m, nonetheless, a faint shimmer. Though shimmers sound pretty. A faint shadow. Though shadows sound romantic.” … More Little Cloud On Earth, poem by Drem
Originally posted on RaceBaitR:
*This piece has been published with permission of the referenced ex-partner. Other relationships may have been slightly altered to protect specific identities.* The first time I was sexually assaulted I must have been 9 or 10 years old. I was violated by two family friends who were brothers and who would…
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