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Tracking Me - February 1st, 2017

For you ladies out in the crowd, you know those mood swing things thatyou get around your period? Make them change faster, to like a super annoying pace thatyou can’t even understand. Especially when you’re really sure that the ideas flying through your head aren’t really yours. Because they aren’t, and you are having the pleasure of experiencing their emotion and the emotions of six others in your brain plus a few here and there.

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Sylvia Armitstead
Tracking Me - January 31st, 2017

Well this month has been an absolute roller coaster and set of upheavals and i think by Mid February maybe everything will be able to completely settle down once more and at last we’ll be able to rest for a while. it’s a positive outlook and I think for the first time in a while I can actually believe that bit of brightness for more than a fleeting moment here or there that is like a summers perfect breeze that pass by so rarely.

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Sylvia Armitstead
Tracking Me - January 26th, 2017

 

So I think I’ve decided to try something fun and random with our hair and I think that everyone is so far on board to give it a go. Since we aren’t currently going platinum baby ice blue and white for Spitfyre… Sorry girl, we’ll get a wig for that but it’s too much bleach otherwise.

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Sylvia Armitstead
IT'S ALIVE!! Tracking Me - January 25th, 2017

Waking up only once in the night to make sure my alarms were set and then drifting back to sleep, only to wake up naturally before the alarms go off? Oh yah, that’s a good way to start a day. Sit peaceful for a moment, listen to Mister’s breathing, listen to my own. Slow… Heartbeat… Slow… Today is a good day. Hold that thought. Today is a good day. Hold onto it again, let’s really actually feel it. I am warm, I am safe, I feel…. Good?

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Sylvia Armitstead
When Meds Fight... Tracking Me - Jan 24, 2017

When your brain chemicals are assholes on the regular, you start getting used to the fact that you never know what you’re going to wake up to.

For instance, waking up and being unable to shower without sitting in the bottom of it. Crawling slowly up a wall to get some shampoo before carefully sitting down again. Just breath… we got this… gotta get to work…
Out of the shower, sit on the mat with the towel over our shoulders. We got this, we can do this… Sitting there everyone comes forward at once trying to give me the strength to get up and it’s too much. Like someones opened the floodgates on my brain and body and all of a sudden I feel like I’m drowning. I can’t breath and it feels like I can’t take in air. Well that’s shit.

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Sylvia Armitstead