Three Years, Trauma, and Trusting Myself
2 years ago
Ooooo deeeee lalllllly!
Hello all,
If you have noticed, I am finally posting a few old art works here. I am slowly starting to come out of my shell and being more myself.
At the same time, I am a wreck and coming to terms with the life I have lived.
Two months ago, my mother finally came to peace.
I never realized how much even her presence influenced my life. Part of it was healthy, loving, affectionate, she was an amazing mother.
The other half was restrictive, fearful, suffocating. I had so many issues that it really did feel like I was trapped.
I have known her to be sick her entire life. Our relationship was complicated. I will say that I truly loved her as my mother, but I cannot be completely dismissive of the events laid bare and the utter stunted personal growth that I am facing.
Grief is weird. Grief is hard, but it is also a path of healing. I am still facing facts about myself that I have been denying for so long. I feel like with her passing I can truly embrace the fact I am now an adult, as weird as that sounds.
As these feelings fester, I hope to be more attentive online, as my real life friends are also growing. I will be slowly moving some photos I have taken of the furmeets I hosted and my fursuit on here. Looking forward to being reintroduced to you all as the returned me.
If you have noticed, I am finally posting a few old art works here. I am slowly starting to come out of my shell and being more myself.
At the same time, I am a wreck and coming to terms with the life I have lived.
Two months ago, my mother finally came to peace.
I never realized how much even her presence influenced my life. Part of it was healthy, loving, affectionate, she was an amazing mother.
The other half was restrictive, fearful, suffocating. I had so many issues that it really did feel like I was trapped.
I have known her to be sick her entire life. Our relationship was complicated. I will say that I truly loved her as my mother, but I cannot be completely dismissive of the events laid bare and the utter stunted personal growth that I am facing.
Grief is weird. Grief is hard, but it is also a path of healing. I am still facing facts about myself that I have been denying for so long. I feel like with her passing I can truly embrace the fact I am now an adult, as weird as that sounds.
As these feelings fester, I hope to be more attentive online, as my real life friends are also growing. I will be slowly moving some photos I have taken of the furmeets I hosted and my fursuit on here. Looking forward to being reintroduced to you all as the returned me.
As a foxy stranger I will say I am proud of you :3