i thought my soul
was calloused over.
that they could do
to hurt me.
i guess a mother’s
grow too old
to be affected by.
no, wait, this is my favorite self-portrait. it’s me, as frankenstein’s monster. i am really happy about this.
the motivation, not so much.
my parents plane takes off in 25 hours and 30 minutes. i have barely survived. my anxiety has developed its own anxiety.
but i have not killed them nor myself.
there is nothing like having the person who is supposed to love you unconditionally
the ONE person who is supposed to love you
no matter what
there is nothing like hearing her say to you
“you are a bad person”
or her calling you an “asshole”
& a “stupid-ass”
& an “interloper.”
it has been eye-opening. and healing in its own weird way to realize where all this low-self esteem comes from.
and, of course, tons of material for an upcoming tell-all memoir.