2KVYOT3.L0VETukayote Helianthus v2Walking away from suffering.Walking towards love.With intention.
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Writing all your lies in the sand with the crash of the Pacific Ocean waves behind it. Filmed earlier this year at Pacific Beach in Ocean Shores.
They lied, calling my friends, family, the police, and even my fellow veterans, telling them I’m unsafe, manic, suicidal, and in need of a welfare check. It’s DARVO and unlawful harassment. I’m sober, stable, safe, and in treatment, with three providers who know the truth. It’s been that way for almost three years. I’m off…
August was the month accountability stopped being a concept and became a daily habit. Five farmers markets, eighteen pier sunsets, two hundred sixty miles of walking, and 43,200 TMS pulses later, I held people responsible for the harm they caused, did not accept their anger as a consequence, and came out the other side finally…
The first time someone called me manic, I was right. I was being cheated on, and I ended up with six rounds of ECT for noticing. This is about what real mania looks like, what asking for accountability looks like, and how a diagnosis gets used as an alibi.
9 months ago I burned every bridge in my life to the ground. I filmed this dance a few weeks ago on the Whatcom Creek bridge with a train crossing behind me the whole time. The post today is about what 224 days of not giving in actually looks like from the inside, and why…