Transcript

At
my
low-
est
point
I
cut myself with bits of glass I found in the street,
watched a man try to kill himself to keep me,
found new ways to overdose on my medication,

took
co-
caine,

drank until I was unconscious because I could not sleep
slept until I was cramped and aching because I could not rise
cried and crawled, bleeding and bruised,

al-
most
died,

spent weeks in hospital, four pints of blood
yellow skin and failing liver,
from an eating disorder they do not understand,

ate
mor-
tar

diagnosed and labelled, a list of letters that led to
years of therapy that didn’t help, medication that
didn’t matter. Tried to die, tried to live and despite all this.

I
did
noth-
ing
wrong.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo #11.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo #11

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they/them. nonbinary human writing about mental health, parenting, gender and general queerness.

they/them. nonbinary human writing about mental health, parenting, gender and general queerness.