so i’ve been told

this book was written with patience
illustrated by hand
& pieced together in quiet
from within the loudness
of bedrooms, waiting rooms, hospitals, psych wards
& all the other places
i found myself disappearing-
enduring,
unravelling &
healing.

these are my raw diaries of what it’s like
holding together a mind
desperate to fall apart.

i hope something here meets you gently.