This is the inside of my head I was doing this as art of something for healthy minds and around stigma and our thoughts and experiences around own mh.
I call it a beautiful mess inside for those feelings inside are part of me they’ve caused me darkness but to bring me beauty as they make up part of me.
The mess inside is due feel one time ugly, hated myself I’ve been bullied by others but I’m a worser bully to myself.
I have slowly started grief for my loss Marybeth the childhood shed never have nor see her grow up. I slowly grief for the live I’ve never had as I find the light n life I want to have.
I know that I’m not Mad nor Crazy nor mentally unwell.
I’m just simply a beautiful mess inside.
I’m a beautiful mess inside or I’ve been hurt, felt vulnerable lost and unloved, scared, isolated frightened too scared to say my heart to wounded and broken due childhood pain and grieve.
I’m a beautiful mess inside because I just needed to feel loved be taught a good person that I’m not damaged but beautiful inside and out.