Trying to recover

My mother painted the black and red brushstrokes of this heart and I added the other elements, made a card. It reminds me of bandaged flesh, something on the mend. I’m trying to recover now from the past 2 months, but I’m struggling and unsolicited hope / optimism is making it worse. Upsetting because it doesn’t work on me anymore.

My Place Here – Piano / voice. Self-worth…Birthdays…

Yesterday, Oct 25th was my 32nd birthday. I recorded this vid last year around my 31st and just held onto it. The song will be in a collection one day but in the meantime, I listen to it as a reminder ever so often that I have felt good about my life before and do have reasons to stay. Even when it all seems extremely insignificant, it’s still true right? Still true.