Warning: Graphic Images Inside

So...self-injury has been part of my life now for 7 years. Which is kind of a long time. And it's come to the point where I'm starting to get...creative. Essentially I'm blurring the line between art and self-harm and that's...probably a bad thing?

Like seriously guys, you should feel honored by all this posting I'm doing

These are all water damaged now. Guess which one I'm not sad about that happening to.

I was still married when I drew this

I'm just spoiling you guys now

Old Artwork

Collaborative Art

I drew, and others colored

Live

An Occupational Therapist's answer to For the Fifth Time

For the eternal burning flame
For relief on days untold
For passion, love and life
For delight of being bold

For taking subtle risks
For mountains, lakes and streams
For loved ones that I meet
For joy not what it seems

For the unknown dreams to come
For the calm within the storm
For relaxing into safety
For the sun that always warms

For all these I now accept
For all these I do exist
For all my changing choices
For my choice to no resist

For the Fifth Time

For the lack of burning fire
For the fear that grips so well
For the quenching of desire
For the living that is hell

For the plan that's only "safe"
For the river deep and cold
For the care that starts to chafe
For the plans both dark and bold

For the agony that's life
For the peace that lives in death
For the lack of bitter strife
For the final draw of breath

for all these I now refuse
for all these I cease to live
for all these my choice is made
for all these I leave this life

To go with all those poems I keep writing

Fear, take two

Fear

I've just spent the week in hospital. I'm sure you can imagine why. As is often the case, I have the artwork to show for it. I'll be posting those shortly. I will also be posting a bunch of artwork (mostly from past hospital visits) that I found the other day that has yet to see the light of day (and by day I mean this blog).

So like. I got fantastic news last week. Like, totally awesome. Literal dreams coming true.

Last night I wanted to kill myself.

I am well aware that mental illness doesn’t rely on externals, but I still feel guilty for being suicidal at a time when everything is going right.