…I made this on paper with colored pencil, June of 2022. “Intensive Outpatient” situation, transference, confessions, confrontations, fights, storm outs, blah blah. Now I’m reimagining it with more awareness, care, skill, freedom and understanding than I had before.

Nothing more enjoyable than the idea of healing and leaving it all behind.
Not forgetting!
Not at all.
I mean, New life means new Life.

“Did you know one of the longest things that took to heal is being perceived? So many different perspectives, walks of life, brushes with daeth, professions, opinions, vendettas and stress.. insecurities, anger’s, guilts, shames, secrets, cycles, pissing and blame, all of it.”

When I was Then, I started a journey. However obviously something was missing.

“Flip year age in mirror, repressed with toxic stress. All along, this one just needed Therapy and Redress.” 💃🏾🏳️‍⚧️
“Did I live for pointlessness, should I die alone? She bit it wearing phony clothes in realms that weren’t Home. 🥱”
“Words can trigger memories, thoughts may cause effects. Action over acting Roles to get my manifests. 🤓”

(ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ Make sense ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ now??)

“Once a btichmade of clouds and mirrors,
gunpowder and gas,
By the strike and spark of her 5th round of Light,
She’ll claim her Home, at last. 🌎”
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So that’s why I call it ‘Astral Asylum’! 😀

“…Hello?”