Today’s therapy challenge - presenting your diagnosis/emotions toward said diagnosis without words.
I think I did an okay job. Obviously, this isn’t everyone. I’m 22 years old with enough trauma under my belt that it’s a wonder I’m not poly-fragmented. But the point of the exercise was to explore my emotions regarding my disorder. And this is what it feels like. On really chatty days, I sometimes forget that the people outside of my head can’t hear the commentary in it. I always feel like there’s someone watching over me, someone peering over my shoulder, and someone hanging out until they’re needed.
My only regret is that I didn’t find a way to fit some representation of the Littles in.
I really like this. Inspires me to think about creative work about my own condition. Describing without words. Or even writing about it without calling it out by name or using jargony speak.