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by kkb. 2024+++
October 14th, 2024 | 5:06pm

I'm thinking a lot today, it's been four years since my close friend and I created our subreddit-affiliated mental health server. I've also been thinking about 7 months ago, when I lost that server to the people I thought were my friends. Crazy, I had a mishap back in January with some medications mixed with alcohol. I think about how my boyfriend at the time found out and instead of being empathetic and caring, he just yelled at me on the phone for several hours. I didn't want to die, but that didn't matter. Despite wanting more than anything to learn from the experience and look inward after the incident, my now ex-boyfriend took it upon himself to place blame on my friends for what happened. My friends, I don't know why, took what he said at face value, as though I had said it. Part of what I went through was recognizing from the beginning that I was the one at fault for what happened to me. I stepped down from the position of ownership of the server, I left the community, and it's part of the past now. But I still think sometimes, why did this have to happen? Why was my voice taken from me?

I've let it go, but my voice feels stifled. Any time I've ever tried to give myself justice has been futile, and I only want my voice to be heard. I think about the abuse my ex put me through and sometimes I think that maybe I deserved it, or maybe I did something to make it happen. I don't understand why I'm still gaslighting myself, when I know the truth, when I've written it down and shared it with everyone over and over. He wasn't my mouthpiece, he cannot speak my mind, so why did my friends take what he said as though I had said it? That is the question I ask myself often.

I left everyone and everything behind, and I'm okay. I've been okay. I still have the hurtful words running circles in my head, not just from my abusive ex, but the people I thought were my friends. I still think about the vitriol they spewed at me, I suppose in an effort to get me to change. I've always been very self-aware, I've always looked inward and reflected upon myself and my actions. Even though my own boyfriend at the time screamed the words of my ex best friend at me--that I "have no ability to self reflect"--I cannot internalize it, I cannot internalize the vitriol. I know I'm good, I know that I'm capable, I know that I am who I am today in a good way.

I still feel broken at times knowing that everyone I once knew is not who I thought they were, and still grasping at anything to remind myself I'm not what they told me I am. It has taken months to get to this moment. This moment where I spoke to my therapist this morning, and I told her I feel fine, I feel normal. I feel okay. Everything is coming back around and I feel alright. The frailty of my independence has blossomed into a confident, outgoing woman. I am not what they told me I am, I am who I have become, and who I once was, and who I will be. I don't let anyone's words hurt me now. I live in this world small but mighty, and I breathe only for myself.

I'm better now than before, and I keep climbing. Despite what has happened to me, despite what I've been through, despite being beaten by his words, I'm still here, and he can't take me from me. I am a person outside of what I went through. I am succeeding, and I am thriving. He can't take that away from me, and he can't take me away from me.

September 15th, 2024 | 5:15pm

I haven't been coding for a while, it's been a weird month for me. I've been eating a lot better, and eating doesn't feel as mechanical the way that it has during the majority of my recovery journey. I've been taking my dog Stella on walks regularly and keeping up with my self-care habits. Honestly doesn't sound like much of a win, but for me, it really is.

During the time that I wasn't updating my website, I was trying desperately to get inspired by browsing other people's websites. I've gotten a ton of inspiration, and I've learned a lot of new things, downloaded a bunch of new fonts. Toontown's servers went down earlier while I was playing with my friend so I decided to open VSCode for the first time in a while. I'm glad I did, I was wanting to refine some stuff on my website. :3

August 26th, 2024 | 9:41pm

I've been vacillating between okay and not okay. I am stable, my identity is in tact, I feel strong, but then the symptoms of PTSD smack me across the face. It is tiring dealing with all of this. I think most recently my insomnia and nightmares are the worst.

I went with my mom to Festival of Nations over the weekend and it was incredibly crowded. It was also sweltering. I brought Stella with me. Stella was carrying a stick for most of the time that we were there, which attracted a lot of attention. I'm always baffled at the attention she gets, I guess everyone can see she's a sweet little bubby pup :-)

I got a large dream catcher and hung it up above my bed. I'm hopeful it can do something to keep me safe at night.

August 27th, 2024 | 1:38am

I can't sleep, I have been crying. I wanted to write something but I can't. I want to sleep now. I just want to sleep.

August 21st, 2024 | 9:13pm

Last night, I was bringing my dog inside from the backyard, and I noticed there was a tiny little slug in her fur. I lost it laughing about it, could not hold it together the entire time I was trying to pick this bug out of her fur. The slug was able to survive as I put it outside somewhere.

I am not used to getting attention from men but that has been happening a lot recently. Sometime it's a bit offputting, but I think that's just because I never go outside or socialize anymore. I'm trying to get used to talking to and seeing people regularly. Typing that out feels weird. I guess I'm inside too often...

I have been starting to feel noticeably different recently. Like, I'm starting to feel... good? I don't know. Like I'm reaching this sort of balance in my life. I don't know what it is.

I've been eating well the past few days because I got groceries on Monday. I'm so happy about it. There is a difference between the version of myself who eats well and the other side that doesn't and can't eat well. I like the version of myself where I have energy most days and can get through a day fairly easily.

the Finch app has been a lot of fun to play with and I'm really enjoying the ways that I am benefiting from using it. It's just doing little things and progressing in the app that make it a little bit fun and enjoyable.

August 18th, 2024 | 6:31pm

For some reason I have been stuck to coding like crazy the past few weeks. I went from having not touched code in years to making whatever the heck this website is. I'm having so much fun with it. Lately I've been having a lot of nightmares, and it's really, really difficult to keep going every day when it's like this.

Everybody I know is always telling me how resilient and strong I am. I don't feel like it when most of the time I'm hypervigilant, panicking, or having night terrors. I'm tired.

Today I did a ton of chores and I deep cleaned my bedroom and the living room. I opened all of the windows and let the whole apartment air out. The air is so fresh and it's pleasant outside. Listening to the cicadas is one of my favorite parts of summertime. I did my laundry, put all of my clothes away, and even made food for myself. I'd say I've accomplished a lot today!

My friend Emerson encouraged me to download an app called Finch. It is an app that encourages self care habits while taking care of a little bird in the process. You complete goals, and the bird grows! I named my bird Squiggles. She's pink, and hopefully we become amazing friendies. Anyway... I'm going to close this entry off here. Expect to hear more from me soon!

Early entries

8/13/2024: I spoke to my therapist today. I also went to the doctor's office. Last time I came here, I didn't want to see my weight because I knew I had lost a lot as I hadn't been eating and had relapsed in my ED. Today, the nurse told me I made a substantial gain since last time, and I felt okay looking at my weight. I'm really glad that I've been able to pick myself back up and get into the routine of eating properly again. I'm still struggling, but not as much as before. I'm going to start writing poetry again as well.

8/12/2024: it was incredibly wet outside today.

8/11/2024: trying to stay tethered to reality. every day is different. I get so tired of feeling this way and feeling so stuck and broken.

8/8/2024: lion's gate. PTSD symptoms rearing their ugly head recently. Trying to keep my head above water. I feel imperfect and full of loath for myself.