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Guilt. My preferred, perfect poison. Always right there when I need it.
It’s been interesting learning more and more about my mental illnesses and the things I can do to help myself. I never knew I had so much control over my brain. It has been both a miraculous breakthrough and a terrifying realization. It makes me feel more hopeful about my mental health prognosis, but knowing it is ultimately up to me is pretty fucking scary.
We were often up until the sunrise, finding the floor littered with candle wax, toys, lubes and rolling papers when we crawled out of bed together the next afternoon. Now we stay busy trying to potty train, work, wean a baby, start a new career, teach a teenager to drive, and keep a house livable.