coughs loudly. scheduling this post for slightly later today so i have time to get lunch and not chicken out before it goes up
firstly i gotta apologise for dropping off the face of the earth. in hindsight it was creeping up on me for a long time I just didn't think anything of it/had enough stuff going on to ignore it for a while, but ive been wrestling with pretty abysmal mental health that just kinda hit me like a truck back in august. i wont get too much into it but things just ground to a halt and in the span of a week or so it legitimately felt like i stopped being a Person- i just stagnated, felt like i lost the ability and will to do anything or enjoy things or create like i used to, all my energy went into keeping it together in front of my family, and it made me way too anxious and ashamed and guilty to want to show my face. like who would want to put up with my stupid bullshit, right (wrong! that idea just made me unbelievably worse and i regret it extremely, but my anxiety was going extremely unchecked at this time). i don't think i've ever been that depressed before and i didn't at all know how to handle it or begin to claw my way out
fortunately, a combination of getting exercise + touching grass regularly and new enrichment/hyperfixations to latch onto like an orphaned duckling are very recently kicking some life back into me so to speak. who wouldve thought. and now where i used to still feel stomach-turning dread and paranoia thinking about getting back on tumblr and discord a week or two ago, it finally feels like i can handle dipping my toes back in. i'm making this post first bc i know most of my friends will see it, and that feels less taxing than explaining myself a bunch of different times over and over and dragging it out, but ofc i will try and get back into conversation when and as i can (askbox and discord is still best to reach me if you wanted). i'm just really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me, for making you worry or otherwise
i'm not sure what to do from here (i'm considering maybe moving main blogs to a clean slate eventually? this one will still be here i couldnt bear to get rid of it, i've just had it since i was 16 there's Baggage attached) but i'll be trying to ease my way back into relative normalcy before doing anything big ofc. in the meantime i will be vaguely floating around here again. see you around and thank you for your time..
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I stared at the mirror, trying to see myself. Everything felt exceedingly clear at the moment, like I could feel every sensation and noise around me– the buzzing of the yellowed out lamp above, and the way my blood runs corners around my veins, and my heart beating steady in my chest. I'm lucid as it gets. More than that.
Yet I couldn't see my reflection. There was nothing in that mirror.
My hands clutched around the sink. I tried looking deeper into it, leaning in more, trying to find wherever it— I?— went. I feel my hand touch my face, confirming I'm still physically in the room. I'm lucid. I haven't drank. I haven't. In the mirror, only a vague silhouette appears, its face covered completely in erratic black squiggles. I really should've taken my meds this evening. I take a deep breath, clawing my cheek just barely, and close my eyes.
"You're a person, Baltazar." I say. The words come out of my mouth without meaning. "You have a purpose. You have a life. You can see yourself in the mirror just fine." Nothing happens when I open my eyes back up.
"You're a person, Baltazar." I try repeating, squinting at the mirror, squeezing the sink. "You're a person, do you hear me? You're lucid. Look at yourself in the mirror and see your reflection." Nothing happens. Nothing will happen. "You're a person…"
The sink cracked under the pressure applied to its ceramic. Just barely noticeable, but present.
"Hey, Balt?" A voice broke me out of the trance I found myself in. A very pretty woman stood in the doorway, with long, blonde hair, and her lipstick slightly smudged. She wasn't wearing anything, but I only came to notice that several seconds later. What's her name again?
"Are you okay?"
Those words echoed in my head. Am I? Am I ever okay? What is "okay" supposed to mean? "Yeah. I'm just… doing something." I replied. I think I'm smiling, but I can't seem to feel my face.
She seems worried for a second, her lip tugged into a frown. "Are you sure? You were talking to yourself. I thought you said you were coming back to bed."
"I'll go in a second, I just want to brush my teeth," My eyes blink rapidly for lying, but she doesn't notice it, thankfully. "I'm trying to hype myself up. Big game is coming up and what not."
"Alright, well, hurry it up. It's harder to sleep without your big arms around me." She whispers, wrapping herself around me. One of her hands trails around my chest, caressing my collar bones. She kisses my shoulder, and goes back into the other room. I feel nothing.
I look at the mirror one last time. It has no one in it, but a dark silhouette with a scribbled over face. For some reason, it still fills me with disgust. What a sad excuse for an existence.
"...you're an animal, Baltazar. Nothing else." I mutter, my voice suddenly vitriolic.
With that, I wash my face, braid my hair, and go to sleep.
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