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Now that the archangels in our system have begun to calm down, and Eden is once again accessible, I finally feel like I figure out myself and maybe even piece myself together a bit more cohesively than before… -=-=-=-=- [Michael in the Bathroom] (Note for my system, bc they can

Blahhhhhhh, I hate everything today. I keep trying to move forward in my trauma healing, and I keep running into the inescapable reality that someday I am going to have to forgive my mom. I don’t mean saying that what she did was okay. I don’t mean seeing or talking

Life makes no sense anymore. At the beginning of this week, towards the end of one of my shifts at work, I had a revelation. Our system has felt a constant undercurrent of fear – fear of not doing enough to stop cp – since we were very, very young.

Bitter and cold, I find myself wandering through the ghost town of my mind The rooms of these houses used to be full of life Alters used to run around this manor-house, filling its chambers with laughter and song Yet now, the halls echo with Silence They say that one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSPbX0lkTmQ&list=PLpJl5XaLHtLX-pDk4kctGxtF4nq6BIyjg&index=8 I feel like this could very well sum up EVERYTHING that is on our mind. But that wouldn’t do much good without more context… Though, does it truly HAVE to make sense to anyone else? After all, no-one is responsible for the entirety of the world’s problems. Unintentional hurt

Our godmother died this past Sunday. We don’t really feel anything…yet… It’s not because we weren’t close to her, we were. I think it just hasn’t processed yet. And maybe we already said goodbye a while ago. I don’t know.  She fell and cracked a couple vertebrae, that was something

I don’t think I have ever taken this long of a break from communicating with my sister before. And I just want to say first of all that I love my sister. She is weird af to my brain and there’s trauma stuff and blah blah blah normal “I grew

Listen. Just because these things need to be addressed. Does not mean that we are out for blood, or responsible for the entire universe. I would rather dump an eternity’s-worth of grave-blocks onto the floor than put anybody else what I and my partner system fucking went through. Which is

I wish that resting was easier. I wish that I could freaking remember everything that I did in my life so that I could see myself clearly. When I was a kid, I used to tell myself, “Can’t remember what happened, so I should believe whatever people tell me about

Okay, so I guess technically it’s OUR toaster, now that we’re married and living in the same house. But this toaster was our wife/partner-system’s before it came here, so it still feels Very Important to give it the Distinction of being our Wife’s Toaster Anyway, I personally LOVE this thing