At what point do you say to yourself, “I need help”? And how many times do you say it before you actually reach out? Do you wait to hang by a single thread? Or do you wait for that last thread to start tearing before someone else tells you to grab on for dear life because you’ll end up at the bottom, dead?
Well, we’ll all end up as putrid corpses. One day the braided threads of our lives, as we know them now, will unravel. But you get my drift. Continue reading
I’ve been wondering recently (as always) why I am the way I am.
I’ve been trying to come up with an explanation.
It feels like I can’t help these ways. I think the way I think because of all that I am, and all that has happened. I feel like I use it as an excuse, but am I allowed to feel that way? Continue reading
When I joined Canvas I had just “come out” as having other personalities. I’ve been researching them a lot, because I don’t understand why I do this, and research is helping me understand, so I would like to share, especially as there isn’t a lot of first hand experience out there.
I have two others who I consider different personalities to my own. One is called Charlotte, the other is Jack. I also have the real me. The real me who you might know as Sailor, but everyone in the “real world” knows as Carrie. Continue reading
A Canvas Of The Minds 