mental health
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When darkness finds my weary eyes,The ghosts return once more.They walk the halls I cannot leave,And knock upon my door. They wear the faces time preserved,The ones I cannot save.They speak without a single word,From every silent grave. Some came from nights I called my home,Where fear became my guide.A child who learned that some…
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When it rains, it fucking pours. So many things can go right and wrong at the same time, and right now everything feels like it’s breaking me. I want to shut the feelings off, dive into a bottle, and get lost there until everything feels better again. I won’t, but I fucking want to. I…
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I do not fear my darkness. I respect it. I have not conquered it, nor do I believe that is possible. I have accepted it as part of myself that was once necessary. A part forged through survival. A part born from fear, pain, violence, and protection. Pretending it does not exist would be dishonest.…
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There’s something about sleep lately that feels more like survival than rest. My body sleeps, but my mind remains in a battlefield—stuck in the endless cycle of nightmares, adrenaline, and anxiety. And when I wake up, there’s no peace waiting for me—just another kind of war. Anxiety has become a shadow I carry, a weight…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 