5/11/26
I have been thinking a lot about being labeled as disordered. I dont think its right or fair to be considered not orderly for something that I did not impose upon myself. I suppose I could relate this back to early psychology, and how doctors have egged people on and then abandoned them when mass institutionalization was no longer viable (profitable). But truly I think it goes beyond just the medical world. Even something like journaling is lost in translation when your sense of self is considered so disordered, disorganized, warped, etc etc.
How do you truly write for yourself, about yourself, when you are not yourself? Do you catch that wavelength? Im lost on words that can make this make sense…but today has been good so far. I ate eggs and toast, I did my laundry and bathed and cleaned (triple threat!)
Ive been reading Inferno, its very good. Im at circle 4 and 5 of hell so far. I plan to work more on this website and hopefully do a little more writing stuff soon. Specifically on an old fresco painting I admired as a child, along with other art I admired in childhood.
All for now, Pie.