The gentle kind of squishy aliveness in your style is gorgeousssss omg

That alone-ness and leaving your things unpublished, unread, unseen, is the mind killer. Scratch that, even worse, not creating and letting the fear to even exorcise those demons and keep them in for fear of judgement is the real mind killer.

And honestly. Exploring supremely fucked up shit through fiction and sharing it (last few months especially) has done more for my self confidence and self esteem than years of therapy. I feel so much less alone knowing friends feel seen and share the same feelings too vs. Hiding those creations