I live, I love...I cry and wish I was fucking dead, or don't cry but still with I was dead.
I adore my 5-Offspring-Army but with Complex PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Major Depression and Anxiety Disorder, my mind detaches itself. Every day art, humanity and silliness keep me alive. I collect pretty things, I like to swear and, like many folks with CPTSD, have the full genocide-library to keep me company in the late hours.
I'll try not to depress the hell out of anyone who cares to visit my page. If and when this passes, there will be absurd Swedish music videos from the 80's, Bollywood dance clips, more art than anyone can stomach and maybe some insight here and there. Oh, & giggles. Just not today.