CrashAppMe

Sooo yesterday was…a lot. But I’ve been holding those emotions in for a minute. And after getting more confirmation that I haven’t been imagining what I’ve been experiencing…I rage released. I still have a hard time figuring out what feelings to keep to myself, because the voices in my head have convinced me that they all deserve to be heard. Which allows me to share sentiments that most can relate to…but wouldn’t say out loud. I normally get anxiety when I shamelessly react to things that the stigma around my diAgNOsiS, has taught me should be intentionally ignored. Because crash dummies have gone out their way to project their point of views onto me for so long…by trying to convince me that riding on the road of my reality, is equivalent to crashing out. This time, giving what was requested from me felt more like I was transferring toxicity…back to the person it belongs to.