at the mall today, people were doing a fundraiser for the local mental health treatment centre. I know very well that the place is outdated and it honestly made me feel sad to just be stuck there. ANYWAY this woman walked up to the table as I was getting money to give to…
I remember being 17 and yearning for my psychiatrist to spit out the words…
"you have bipolar"
“borderline personality disorder”
Thinking that somehow those words would make me feel whole, that a collection of letters leaving his lips would validate the way i felt.
That i would finally fit in a pretty little box, wrapped and labelled with something worthwhile.
But instead, the perfectly knotted label became nothing but a tightening noose around my neck.
Years later, i realised that people don’t belong in pretty little boxes, much like animals do not belong in cages.
I let go.
the 7th harry potter book was released july 21st 2007 that is exactly 7 years ago today
today’s the day to make a horcrux y’all