When I write goodbye letters - On Queer Street
I am feeling very low today, and this post contains a trigger warning for talking about mental health and suicide. Today I tried to do a good thing, and just made things worse and demanded emotional labour from someone I love who is hurting. I’m sorry. I write goodbye letters on days like today. Days when I haven’t slept, and my head is full of a heavy fog that I can’t shift. Days when I can’t breathe. Days when I’m shaking and feel like I’m going to throw up from fear. When I can’t eat, and I cannot stop crying. When I don’t know ifRead More →