Rationally, I know that a lot of different triggers got pulled and between ADHD and past trauma, the intensity on those triggers is cranked all the way up. IRrationally I feel like the worst shit in the world and my failure to kill myself is further proof of how fucking villainous and worthless I am.
I just have to hope that eventually my rational knowledge will become my emotional knowledge, on days like this.
more journaling
The really uncomfy truth about me and wanting to be a professional artist is, it was always my indoctrination (you're good at THIS THING, therefore you should do THIS THING to make money) and my baggage (maybe if I do THIS THING, I can get out of being relegated to disposable convenience for the actually valued people, forever).
This is a pretty rickety scaffold to hang any sort of professional ambitions from, and faced with anything that fits my indoctrination that the adults/peers have engineered it so I can't go in whatever direction, I give up waaay easily.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.