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Tag Archives: the ER
bruises self-heal: the body in retrograde
content notes: overdose, emergency rooms, ambulances, vomit, brief mention of weight loss There’s something about being in emergency rooms that always feels experimental to me. I don’t know how long I’ll be there. I don’t know how they’ll treat me. … Continue reading
borderline personality disorder, psych wards, & friendship
content note: suicide, self-injury, overdose, psych wards, ableism, transphobia, the usual I’m writing a zine about suicide, borderline personality disorder, & friendship, but I’m struggling because, gosh, I’ve been writing about these things for such a long time & it … Continue reading
I Was the Violent Kid Nobody Knew How to Deal With
I wish I could have a conversation with my childhood self, my teenage self. Although I have mostly accepted that the past cannot be changed, and some of the bad things I lived through are what led me to being … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 