Read on Twitter
a thread describing my emotions/feelings as i’m writing this autoethnography:
FUCK GUILFORD COLLEGE. that place really tried my patience.
realizing that my body was present and not my mind the last year of undergrad TERRIFIES ME. What was going on?!
but also feeling grateful that I had Tab with me because if it wasn& #39;t for them and Twitter...I would have no idea what was happening
i wrote down, "forgive yourself, you deserve that" as the final words of my latest journal entry.
that really summarizes my journey in all this right now.
that really summarizes my journey in all this right now.
TODAY I FIND OUT THE DATE FOR MY EXIHIBITION AND I WANNA CRY BC THIS IS HAPPENING
(re)collecting stories of myself and piecing together my emotions...and i feel so close yet so far to finally understanding (my)self, again.
OOF. these next couple of interviews are gonna TEST me.
i had my final conversation today w the person I admired the most and saved me from drowning multiple times to have them tell me that they still have dinner with my abuser and that life has been tough on them too.
R U SERIOUS? MEN AIN& #39;T SHIT.
R U SERIOUS? MEN AIN& #39;T SHIT.
Also, I texted my advisor today and told him how much imposter syndrome is taking over. and he said "that will never go away" and I laughed and sent him my draft of my paper and said, "you right, I need you to read this pls"
let& #39;s keep it moving, we got shit to do
let& #39;s keep it moving, we got shit to do
i’ve sent a draft of my writing to three people and they all say it’s great but for some reason writing the part where a white man (that has nothing to do w my life now) is telling me i’m not great, is clouding all of the positive feedback...interesting lmao
we got over it. I& #39;m badass. my truth is powerful.
*a great big thank you to those keeping up with this thread*
*a great big thank you to those keeping up with this thread*
