Recently, as in the past few years, I have been quietly mourning the babies I lost. This is my hostile uterus.
I feel like my guts are so nasty and terrible that I would eat gold if it made me feel better.
I found out expressive art therapy helps borderline and I have been getting ready for it. I made an art journal cover today. Going to start doing it all the time. I need to do it, because therapy tends to go toward me being an unhealable psycho or at least the times I talked aboutContinue reading “Art Journaling”