I say I’m fine because it’s the easiest shield, but I’m still not okay. Why is it so hard to be real? Maybe we fear judgment or lack the words. But we aren’t broken; we’re light and shadow. We are exactly who we need to be, for better or worse. We just have to accept it. This is who I am.

Part 3/3

I began my journey of recovery. Not only did I start exercising and eating better, I began to understand what "mental health" really meant.
Back surgery had dragged me down into a pit of false happiness; every smile, every laugh I uttered was like a burning blade.

Part 2/3

It's been a while since my last post, but some things have changed. Now I can finally say I'm out of the medical nightmare I've been through for the past year. I can say I'm healed, and I can say I'm completely myself. Physically and mentally.

Part 1/3

How I wish I were that subboy.

You make me hard too 😈