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Now

This year

my Brain ****** me over

my Brain warred against itself

my Brain tried to **** me and I felt like it succeeded

 

Now I have bruises on my hands

and scars lining my body

and scars lining my psyche

and

 

Now I know that recovery is accepting myself as broken

I felt ******* crazy*

and sanity is not in my vocabulary

but neither is self-destruction,

now.

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Written by
miranda-davidson
Published
Jul 13, 2014
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My brain's gonna come for me again, I know it. Next time I wont be a bottle ready to blow. I Hope.

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#self#harm#anxiety#dysphoria#mania
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