BPD, Cyclothymia and Agoraphobia Fact Sheet. 8216;No, nothing was wrong with my food. Something was wrong with me. The things that at the time felt impossible. The things that I was sure would kill me, but that I eventually wiped out myself before they had the chance.

By The Khoi-Fro Fashion Artist. I have decided to embrace this androgynous side I had shied away from for so long. Here is the simple truth about clothes. Keep the ones you love to wear. Here is another truth, minimalism. Simplification, basic, plain,. Unfussy is a science and i am here to learn. By The Khoi-Fro Fashion Artist. Botswana on Fashion and Photography! October 14, 2014.

Long Notes Of The Notions. Golnaran, original artwork, photography, sculpture, installation, 2015. A True Musical Story, 50th post and 1st blog anniversary.

Growing up I gave as little information as I could about my family. I always felt this immense shame that I am adopted. That people will find out and will treat me inferiorly, because I am not meant to live in this lavish lifestyle. I needed to feel grateful no matter what. Is it possible that I am the only ungrateful adoptee who feels this pain? Love and peace to all.

BRINGING HOPE TO THE WORLD THROUGH THE GOSPEL. Originally posted on Breaking the Silence. I came across another letter I wrote to myselfthis one is directed to me as a little child. I find writing to yourself extremely therapeutic, I am usually much more honest with myself and express feelings I never knew I had.

A yoga and healthy living blog. People all around the globe were affected so deeply by his humor and light, that it was almost impossible for us to see the darkness that eventually took his life. I spent so long in the dark that the light here is brilliant and blinding. It felt so fleeting for so long. Depression is a very powerful, crushing force.

I sit listening to Train, Beyonce, Bastille etc. And I keep thinking up heights of perceived greatness. To touch shields and dent swords through eyes. Yearning for battle and power and the drive to conquer. End up the victor, strike hard and fast,. Cause we tough, rough and tough, hard. Too politically correct to be defined. Politicians grin and cross fingers behind backs,.

Enter your email address to join me in my imaginary wanderings and receive thoughts by email. The memories of carefree summers. In grey mornings when it drizzled. The roses washed their faces,. I dashed to my fluffy white rabbits. To tie little red bows and bells. Meadows topped with daisies,. And lambs played in streams,. Blue, pinks, and greens,.