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Tag Archives: madness
Take Care
When I went to Chicago last March, I got tattooed by Alana Robbie. In 2010, she tattooed a Greyhound bus on my left arm, and this time, she tattooed TAKE CARE on my knuckles. I’d written down hundreds of knuckle … Continue reading
To be true to my own weirdnesses.
450 days sober. Celebrating by buying books on borderline personality disorder, and having a brief freak-out in a public place that resulted in me destroying private property. Anxiety & insanity are keeping me away from my friends right now and … Continue reading
Dear Diary: Can we talk about self-injury without making fun of ourselves?
Dear Diary, I have eighteen fresh scars on my arms, and I’m not sure why. What I do know is that I wanted to be invisible today, but I couldn’t, and maybe this was second best. I don’t have the … Continue reading
Stay wonderful, weirdos!
I’ve been working on a secret project, and it partly accounts for why my head and heart have been going to some strange places recently. As part of the secret project, I’ve been telling tales from my past that I … Continue reading
Shyness is nice, but…
In the spirit of my non-belief in Too-Much-Information, and my love of sharing ridiculously personal information, I am going to tell you that today is the five-year anniversary of my first suicide attempt, and in those five years, I have … Continue reading
Mindful Communication and Consent (this is what I need)
I just got back from an excellent workshop on self-care and activism, and I really ought to be going to bed right now because I have to get up in the morning, but my mind is spinning, so I need … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 