Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I got some things packed into new storage bins designed to slide under the bed. Wholesale emptying things out, keeping little. But my closet is full of beautiful clothes.

I’ve ALWAYS loved fashion. I like to push the boundaries of fashion. I have both thrift store finds and really high end boutique stuff. I’m particularly into jackets and coats, probably because I live in a winter-heavy area. I have no less than a dozen or so different coats and jackets, some obtained from the boutique downstairs. Others of course, from the internet. I’ve even found some really great clothes on Temu. One of my favorite shirts is from there.

I don’t like to dress informally. I don’t even wear jeans unless they’re black. I don’t wear silly sneakers with different colors and hard edges. I bought my star/moon sneakers from an off the wall internet site called Yes We Vibe. I have four pairs of their shoes.

I have a variety of shoes and boots too. I’m clearing them out though. Many are going away. Clearing out some of my clothes and shoes has been harder than I thought because I don’t have any shitty clothes. I also have a whole collection of HIM t-shirts, the Finnish band I’ve loved for years, and seen three times live. Ville Valo is retired now but man, that was the height of the soul of emo. LOL

Black Mirror came back on netflix. Netflix tends to disappoint me; I keep it around for Trailer Park Boys. But I’ve strongly believed Black Mirror was the best series Netflix ever produced, and Charlie Booker is one hell of a writer. The first episode was depressing, the second was quite satisfying, and the third was more a nod to movie buffs. There have been fun easter eggs throughout. Including someone singing Anyone Who Knows What Love Is, featured throughout the show and a song I use in karaoke quite often because now it’s quite creepy to me. It was so nice to be able to focus on something other than nightmarish flashbacks and intrusive thoughts and loud thoughts. They still tried to push in, to distract me out of the present, but I was able to push back into the show.

I have three more episodes today but first I’m going to try to make myself leave my apartment. I haven’t seen or talked to anyone since Ceila and her bonfire the other night.