Do you ever get the feeling that you failed (at therapy)?
July 5, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Do you ever get the feeling that you failed (at therapy)?
Reliving my old hobby. My first real escapes ❤️
July 2, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Reliving my old hobby. My first real escapes ❤️
Taking the mask off or putting it back on. Both are valid.
June 27, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Taking the mask off or putting it back on. Both are valid.
We are going through a rough path.
June 22, 2025 at 7:05 PM
We are going through a rough path.
I’m experience extreme duality. I’m in a split. There ain’t good options. So I’m choosing the most save bet.
June 20, 2025 at 7:14 PM
I’m experience extreme duality. I’m in a split. There ain’t good options. So I’m choosing the most save bet.
A poem.
Just because the feelings keep stomping. No mercy
Just because the feelings keep stomping. No mercy
June 15, 2025 at 6:59 AM
A poem.
Just because the feelings keep stomping. No mercy
Just because the feelings keep stomping. No mercy
I’ve started to give myself hugs with deep pressure. Somehow the hugs I once in a while receive from others (mostly partner) aren’t strong enough. They don’t make me feel held.
I’m drifting. Floating. Searching. Waves are crashing in. I need someone to hold me. To let me know. I’m not alone.
I’m drifting. Floating. Searching. Waves are crashing in. I need someone to hold me. To let me know. I’m not alone.
June 12, 2025 at 8:52 PM
I’ve started to give myself hugs with deep pressure. Somehow the hugs I once in a while receive from others (mostly partner) aren’t strong enough. They don’t make me feel held.
I’m drifting. Floating. Searching. Waves are crashing in. I need someone to hold me. To let me know. I’m not alone.
I’m drifting. Floating. Searching. Waves are crashing in. I need someone to hold me. To let me know. I’m not alone.
I’m feeling hopeful. I noticed that I wasn’t as much in my head as the past two months today. It gave me a boost of happiness. I’m not there yet. But I’m getting there.
June 11, 2025 at 7:24 PM
I’m feeling hopeful. I noticed that I wasn’t as much in my head as the past two months today. It gave me a boost of happiness. I’m not there yet. But I’m getting there.
In a tv show I’m watching are two kids aged 7 and 9 looking for happy pills because their parents seem unhappy.
I’ve got images in my head. Especially when I feel like I did something stupid. The image of cutting my wrist will then emerge.
I’ve got images in my head. Especially when I feel like I did something stupid. The image of cutting my wrist will then emerge.
June 8, 2025 at 7:35 PM
In a tv show I’m watching are two kids aged 7 and 9 looking for happy pills because their parents seem unhappy.
I’ve got images in my head. Especially when I feel like I did something stupid. The image of cutting my wrist will then emerge.
I’ve got images in my head. Especially when I feel like I did something stupid. The image of cutting my wrist will then emerge.
There where multiple moments at my parents home where my little brother would get punished (by yelling at him and some times by spanking him). And I would hide behind my laptop. Pretending not to hear nor see. Later in live I’ve learned that my little brother got emotional abused.
June 8, 2025 at 6:45 AM
There where multiple moments at my parents home where my little brother would get punished (by yelling at him and some times by spanking him). And I would hide behind my laptop. Pretending not to hear nor see. Later in live I’ve learned that my little brother got emotional abused.
Can you hear me? Do you listen to me? Why do you refuse to give a response..
June 6, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Can you hear me? Do you listen to me? Why do you refuse to give a response..
First year in high school. Some one pointed out to me that I only wear blue. She was right. Blue was my favourite colour and I matched all my outfits with it.
June 5, 2025 at 5:35 AM
First year in high school. Some one pointed out to me that I only wear blue. She was right. Blue was my favourite colour and I matched all my outfits with it.
I’m trying to keep afloat.
June 4, 2025 at 6:31 PM
I’m trying to keep afloat.
Some days are better then others. It feels like crawling out a hole and yet being pushed back at times.
June 3, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Some days are better then others. It feels like crawling out a hole and yet being pushed back at times.
I cried ugly today. Real tears with sound. I’m almost proud. I’ve got wishes that I don’t wish. It’s not easy this week.
May 30, 2025 at 6:48 PM
I cried ugly today. Real tears with sound. I’m almost proud. I’ve got wishes that I don’t wish. It’s not easy this week.
I do feel like moving forward while being stuck.
May 29, 2025 at 10:32 AM
I do feel like moving forward while being stuck.
The feeling after the first session alone with the psycholoog. Like doing a deep dive, free fall in the deep. I am going to trust the process while accepting that things will go slower then I would want them to.
May 29, 2025 at 7:21 AM
The feeling after the first session alone with the psycholoog. Like doing a deep dive, free fall in the deep. I am going to trust the process while accepting that things will go slower then I would want them to.
Small childhood/teenage memories.
Playing with Barbie’s. I continued playing with Barbie’s well till I was 12 yo.
My mom was depressed. I took over some cleaning duties.
At 14/15 I had increased trouble with the shouting in our household.
I’ve spend most of my high school breaks in the library.
Playing with Barbie’s. I continued playing with Barbie’s well till I was 12 yo.
My mom was depressed. I took over some cleaning duties.
At 14/15 I had increased trouble with the shouting in our household.
I’ve spend most of my high school breaks in the library.
May 28, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Small childhood/teenage memories.
Playing with Barbie’s. I continued playing with Barbie’s well till I was 12 yo.
My mom was depressed. I took over some cleaning duties.
At 14/15 I had increased trouble with the shouting in our household.
I’ve spend most of my high school breaks in the library.
Playing with Barbie’s. I continued playing with Barbie’s well till I was 12 yo.
My mom was depressed. I took over some cleaning duties.
At 14/15 I had increased trouble with the shouting in our household.
I’ve spend most of my high school breaks in the library.
Working hard at peeling of my layers. I’ve found it is quite difficult. I’ve learned that writing gets me in my head. Drawing gets me out my head.
May 20, 2025 at 12:58 PM
Working hard at peeling of my layers. I’ve found it is quite difficult. I’ve learned that writing gets me in my head. Drawing gets me out my head.
SA; responses of adults around me. I was 8 years old. My teacher told me not to talk about it. The boys did suffer enough. I wasn’t talking about it. My mom told the teacher. The same day it happened during dinner I told my mom. I was so afraid she would be mad cause I lied.
May 19, 2025 at 5:50 AM
SA; responses of adults around me. I was 8 years old. My teacher told me not to talk about it. The boys did suffer enough. I wasn’t talking about it. My mom told the teacher. The same day it happened during dinner I told my mom. I was so afraid she would be mad cause I lied.
SA; the fragments that I remember. I went to play/lunch with a boy out my class when I was 8. He was most likely 9/10. His older brother was 11/12. I lied to my parents. I remember the floor, what I ate, the clock and the bathroom sink and shower. I remember that I wanted to shower.
May 17, 2025 at 8:07 PM
SA; the fragments that I remember. I went to play/lunch with a boy out my class when I was 8. He was most likely 9/10. His older brother was 11/12. I lied to my parents. I remember the floor, what I ate, the clock and the bathroom sink and shower. I remember that I wanted to shower.
I’ve got a negative inner voice. With that knowledge, I’ve spend years over shouting it with positive messages. I even forgot that I’ve got this voice, till the psycholoog pointed out that I’m harsh to myself. Apparently it is still there, just now working in the shadows.
May 16, 2025 at 2:49 PM
I’ve got a negative inner voice. With that knowledge, I’ve spend years over shouting it with positive messages. I even forgot that I’ve got this voice, till the psycholoog pointed out that I’m harsh to myself. Apparently it is still there, just now working in the shadows.
I went to professionals to get a autism diagnosis. This drawing is the aftermath of the advice conversation. I came to realise that I still carry some traumas. I love the renewed love for drawing and its therapeutic effect.
May 15, 2025 at 7:31 PM
I went to professionals to get a autism diagnosis. This drawing is the aftermath of the advice conversation. I came to realise that I still carry some traumas. I love the renewed love for drawing and its therapeutic effect.