As a person with DID (the amnesiac type), there are definitely elements in here I can relate to. I've written some similar themes over the years and it's always so good to come across others who tell stories of fractures and shadows.
Thanks, that’s all I can ask for, is that this can resonate for someone else.
I can understand difficulties with amnesia. Through my own trauma, my memory is in tatters — the good, the bad, and the ugly.
There is a comfort to me in the dark. I will not deny the parts of me that are now fuelling creation. And to me, that is the greatest weapon against those who created it. To take that damage and turn it into a universal symbol that others can find strength in, and know they are not alone :D
I have often wondered what it would be like to have intact memories and sometimes rue the fact they’re not there…
Then I realize our brains are pretty magical in the ways they protect themselves from harm, damage, traumas, and realize it might just be a great thing the compartmentalization is there.
And I agree vehemently with your about living out of spite. The dark is a friend… a damned good one, if you let it. Those shadows we decline facing will bite us in the butt when we least expect it.
I find that accepting my shadows I can find inspiration to create. The things that made them weren’t great but now I am the one who controls the story :D
I tried conventional healing narratives and got nowhere. Only when I started to accept and bond with it did I realize I could turn it into art. It has been a long road in a haze, but finding AI when I got the right medication was a lifesaver.
I've spent the past year perfecting it and learning to edit. The success of this, even when it wasn't sent via email, makes me think I need to do more of these :D
There is a real, raw beauty in how you’ve captured the strength of being broken.
Thank you I appreciate that. All I want to do is show that being broken is not the end and necessarily something that needs to be fixed :D
What a brilliance 🫶
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it :D
As a person with DID (the amnesiac type), there are definitely elements in here I can relate to. I've written some similar themes over the years and it's always so good to come across others who tell stories of fractures and shadows.
Thanks for this! Really well done.
Thanks, that’s all I can ask for, is that this can resonate for someone else.
I can understand difficulties with amnesia. Through my own trauma, my memory is in tatters — the good, the bad, and the ugly.
There is a comfort to me in the dark. I will not deny the parts of me that are now fuelling creation. And to me, that is the greatest weapon against those who created it. To take that damage and turn it into a universal symbol that others can find strength in, and know they are not alone :D
I have often wondered what it would be like to have intact memories and sometimes rue the fact they’re not there…
Then I realize our brains are pretty magical in the ways they protect themselves from harm, damage, traumas, and realize it might just be a great thing the compartmentalization is there.
And I agree vehemently with your about living out of spite. The dark is a friend… a damned good one, if you let it. Those shadows we decline facing will bite us in the butt when we least expect it.
Aye art is the greatest vector for it. Once it's out in the world there is nothing they can say :D
Ah. A step into the shadow, not to clean house but to call it home.
I find that accepting my shadows I can find inspiration to create. The things that made them weren’t great but now I am the one who controls the story :D
Bio states: this is not comfort.
This piece stirs discomfort within me raging fires of initiation,
thank you
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When we enter the realms that offer counter-narrative, we find room for growth, even when it slots in discomfort :D
This poem tells me I need to visit your page more! Fearless!
Mostly, I do short stories, but I build everything around the poetry and music first. Every story is like a musical number :D
Wow 💖 It’s like a manifesto written from inside the wound, not after it healed.
Agency is reclaimed without becoming soft / forgiving. There’s no redemption arc offered to the thing that broke the speaker. Only refusal.
The repetition of fracture feels deliberate, almost ritualistic. You’re not trying to become whole. You’re learning how to move while broken.
“A voice etched on glass” and “saving me till my last” give a fragile sharpness. Guidance here is dangerous but necessary. Survival comes with cuts.
Really beautiful work 🫶💖✨
Thanks, I'm glad it came through.
I tried conventional healing narratives and got nowhere. Only when I started to accept and bond with it did I realize I could turn it into art. It has been a long road in a haze, but finding AI when I got the right medication was a lifesaver.
I've spent the past year perfecting it and learning to edit. The success of this, even when it wasn't sent via email, makes me think I need to do more of these :D
It’s powerful to shift from fixing it to actually working with it. Turning it into art takes courage and a lot of patience.
And it makes sense that once the fog lifted a bit, the tools finally clicked. Putting in a year to learn, refine, and edit shows.
If your work find people without even without being pushed, that’s a strong signal. I’d say trust it and do more of it 🫶💖✨
Loved it … powerful
Thanks I enjoyed doing this one :D
Badass!
Thanks, think this is my new favourite song :D
Awesome! It’s epic!
Thanks I had a feeling you might enjoy it :D