I'd like to think we've all experienced this; you do something and the second anyone else sees and doesn't love it immediately, you start questioning if it was good, or even worth the time and effort. There's almost a desire to delete or unmake it.
My brain is evil.
Ok, that’s maybe a bit harsh, and every mental health professional will tell you to avoid self deprecation even in jest as it still reinforces negative self perception. But, frankly, most of them don’t live with BPD.
Gutting sacrificial trash is fun, doubly so when you have a funny anecdote to book end it focused on lovingly teasing your girlfriend, but I also wanted some practice writing reviews again and figured it was best to start with something I have no love for.
Remember how I said I’ve been writing, especially but not limited to poetry?
Well, here. I’ve been toying with this one for a minute and it finally felt like I got it locked in this morning.
I’ll be honest, this was a long time coming. If the increasingly inconsistent content over the past few years hadn’t made it abundantly clear, nor the functional hiatus since August, I haven’t been enjoying my work a lot. So it feels right to open with this picture, taken as I realized I’d just made it as far as I was being allowed to go.