I’m learning to love me
but still torn at some seams.
I’m learning to love me
but I hate me when I’m mean

Sarcasm and witt only gets me so far
my self kindness sails over merciless waves
strong and invincible
at least I pray kind to myself I’ll stay
I tell myself, “it’s ok,”
even though, I know it’s not.
Self-preservation mocks my every, “I’m sorry.”
I think back to every conversation.
I think back to the holes
I’ve punched through you


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I’m learning to love me like I should,
but I hate me when I’m mean.
Part of me wishes I could take it back, undo the bruises and undo the scars.
It’s what I deserve.
I’m trying to try harder than ever before.
I’m doing what I can,
getting the help I need
but I still fall short, sometimes,
even though, only I could catch me if I fall.
Holes sometimes can’t be sewn.
Hurt finds it’s way to bleed, too.
I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through.
Anger has an ugly face, hides an even sadder truth. I was scared to let you be you, to accept myself for who I am
Sincerely Brittny, I’m sorry
Love, ME.

These photos were from a short project I did about adjusting to being diagnosed and struggling with Bipolar Disorder. I know these images are tough to look at but I wanted to really get the pain in this piece across to anyone who reads it. Also * I apologize for the quality of these photos *-With mental illness, many people experience self-hatred. I was one of those people. I didn’t always and don’t always treat myself well. Remember, you are loved, even when you don’t love yourself. It gets better. Don’t give up. You are heard.




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