Tiptoe through the talking trees; Dance at destructions door. Follow freely the firefly. Lively listen to the laughter. Time tells tipsy tales; Delightfully drunk on dissociation. Follow freely the firefly Lost but loudly lurking for love.
Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com The next few days after a self mutilation episode are the hardest. All the guilt sets in and you are left to deal with the repercussions. From my personal experience about one hundred times, that guilt can either fester into shame and spiral you down the depression slide or… Continue reading A Slippery Slope