

first post in this community
There is so much hair trapped in every single page of this book.
I wanted to use up the leftover confetti bits from other projects.


There is so much hair trapped in every single page of this book.
I wanted to use up the leftover confetti bits from other projects.
My very first playing card collage!
Medical bills, bank statements, even some junk mail :)
Every time a therapist has asked me, "where in your body do you feel that?" I've lied. The connection wasn't there, I always chose a spot that made sense. Anxiety? The chest, etc. (don't worry I'll bring this up in therapy next week.)
She's reached her breaking point! Time for her first strap.
Walgreens medication inserts. They're the gift that keeps on giving.
And I feel weird about it. (Note: "dad" here refers to my adoptive step father.) My mom remarried when I was 6 or 7 (shut up) and for my entire formative years everyone told me what a wonderful person he is for adopting me, as "most men wouldn't do that." What a hero. And yes, of course I appreciated it and for the longest time it left me in denial of his place in the utter lack of parenting I received. My mom did this kind of reactionary parenting where she didn't engage with me at all unless it was to yell or punish. No guidance. No example setting. And my dad just... didn't participate at all. Like taking legal responsibility for me was all that was required. Where my mom's neglect was explosive, his was silent. He was absent physically and emotionally. Two absent fathers? It's like I won the dysfunctional male parent lottery. I've made so many excuses for both of them. Maybe he didn't feel like it was his place to parent me? But he entered my life when I was at a single digit age. Like at some point I should have stopped being alien to him.
I'm sad for little me and I'm sad for big me trying to parse through it all.
It doesn't look nice but it felt good. I find myself visiting the obituaries page of their local newspaper. Not yet.
I found so many incredible things in ONE thrift store today! Here are the major highlights.
A binder full of scrapbooking paper in plastic sheets and a separate stack of patterned paper!
A ton of paper punches in a sturdy plastic and canvas, zippered case!
A whimsical stamp set! 💖
Is it junk journaling? Is it collage? Is it art journaling? I don't know, but I made it inside of the same small sketchbook that I make everything else in and I like it enough to want to share with you all. :)
Pictured: side effects I should notify my doctor about, Sharpie paint markers, and gluuuue.
Edited: a word
When I'm doing any kind of journaling I write down pop-in thoughts on post-its and place them where they occurred in the entry.
My tarot journal today was about burning away insecurity with unfiltered joy. It made me think of the time at a night market when a lady selling crystals told me that I possess a radiant inner light.
I was having big feelings about complex trauma and broken identity.