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CaramelJuni
A butterfly net around the echoes and wisps of my consciousness as it swirls, ponders, rages, and floats around.
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(image courtesy of pabloxan) we meet under the cover of darkness at the brink of a dawn-before-dawn, where bodies are helpless, fragile puppets within the relentless eye of her mind. two breathing corpses, lying in wake, awaiting this...
(image courtesy of mt59700664 on Lofter) i was asked to attempt a slightly different kind of entry, this time. one in which i reflect upon my progress since being admitted here. approaching writing with such a discrete, targeted air of...
(image courtesy of avogado6) today i celebrate the absence of thought. recognise the loss of direction and prepare to abandon ship. i will go on without control be free from regret and forget to remember. to this date i pledge that the...
(image courtesy of Henrik Uldalen) dear universe, i have a question for you. likely one that, in all of your infinite wisdom, has a stunningly simple answer. but such an answer has eluded me for more than 9 weary, long years. the...
" anatomical remodelling of the heart" (Juni, March 2026) a mixed-medium (graphite sketch / charcoals / collage) collation piece, using a 1960s car magazine to parallel the mechanical to the organic. to lay out the "engine" of our body...
(image courtesy of avogado6) i harbour a rather twisted relationship with the notion of "healing". there's a particular kind of rush that i get when a blood pressure cuff curls delicately around my arm. when a pulse oximeter clamps...
(image courtesy of unknown) why do i sometimes feel i need to find an excuse for my own existence? as part of my treatment, i've been reflecting on not only how my disorder developed, but also why i fall back on it as a coping mechanism....
(image courtesy of avogado6) today I plant my feet on unsteady ground. yet i will not cede to the rumblings beneath. and, I will not surrender this beat of my heart. __/\__/\__ ____/\____/\____ __/\__/\__ ____/\____/\____ today I wish to...
(image courtesy of unkown, on pinterest) the question of "who am i, without my eating disorder?" is one that turns over and over within my head, like a slowly rotating spit over an ever-waning fire. a hearth whose very essence is...
(image courtesy of an unknown artist, on pinterest) i was planning to write more. i apologise (to no one) in advance. this afternoon and evening, for a few hours, i totally and utterly lost sight of my identity. i was floundering,...
(image courtesy of IllustrationsByMira) i was asked by a clinician today; what challenges me at the moment, right now? right, well; time to take out and fold up my toaststool top from this closet. this was following a conversation that...
(image courtesy of kuropin) Soundtrack: Life with Masks (Mystic Messenger OST) today, i have very little to "give back", per se. to an entry, a reflection. i just have... plain words. so i'll start to unpack my closet. beginning with the...
(image courtesy of Deborah Di Salvo) how does one truly free oneself from the tyrannical grip of rules, routines and restriction, within an environment that is utterly governed and dictated by them? i've been pondering this question—on...
(image courtesy of avogado6) why do i care so much about what i "put into" myself? do i actually care about "preserving my health", or am i just pursuing some vain and self-obsessed notion of purity, abstinence; a means of "proving" my...
(image courtesy of 河CY) a whirlwind has swept through yet another day, reducing it down to an odourless ether marred by the overwhelming sense of mental and physical fatigue, from doing (or being forced to do)... absolutely nothing. i'm...