Toasted Marshmallow Trashbaby

I literally don’t know how much louder I can beg my friends to check on me without actually asking. Like I’m not fucking okay and I’ve made that very clear to literally anyone who’s bothered to look.

Anyway, I’m starting an outpatient program this summer. Maybe those people will care.

But since my last therapist dumped me after our first appt my hopes aren’t high.

Being an enneagram 2 means wanting to die but not doing it because it would make too many other people feel bad.

I’m struggling

Turdy 3️⃣0️⃣

A weird positive side effect of the pandemic is I’ve developed this previously unseen confidence in my body which is fun to explore and I came out to my family as pansexual (which wasn’t a big deal to any of them since we are the most progressive family ever and I lived with my gay uncles for almost 2 years) but it’s been exhilarating feeling like at almost 30 I’m finally understanding who I am.

Just popping in to remind y’all that I’m still here and hot.

Oh and I turn 30 in 2 weeks, wtf?

An uncensored post about trauma eleven years in the making. This is for me, and it will be graphic. You’ve been warned.