r/cptsdcreatives

Hi everyone, I was inspired by "You Are My Sunshine" at a time when there was hardly any sunshine in my life.

8x10 glass piece by David Howard @davidhowardglass Instagram

She is broken, but beautiful. Fractured, yet fused back together again. There is pain behind those eyes, a story written in every crack and every scar.

Maybe we are all a little broken.

We’ve all been through hell and back in one way or another. We carry our scars like souvenirs of the things we’ve survived, both physical and emotional. Some scars are visible. Others are hidden beneath the surface.

People often say, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.” Maybe sometimes it does. Maybe sometimes it just teaches us how to keep going.

We brush ourselves off. We take another breath. We move forward and tell ourselves, tomorrow is another day.

The scars are still there. We just learn how to live with them. Sometimes we hide them. Sometimes we mask them. And sometimes, if we’re brave enough, we let them become part of our story.

Failure isn’t necessarily falling down. Failure is refusing to get back up.

We aren’t perfect. We all have cracks, flaws, mistakes, and pieces of ourselves we wish we could change. But every mistake can teach us something. Every fracture can become part of the story.

We learn. We grow. We heal. We keep moving forward.
Maybe being broken doesn’t mean we are ruined.
Maybe broken is simply another form of beautiful.

My dissociative issues aren't doing their job properly. Is there even a name or explanation for this because the best way i can describe it is rotting or just being a living doll because I can't decide what to do during these times.

A while ago, I started creating self-affirming jewelry... Small objects precious to me because they were a way of reconnecting with and celebrating the parts of myself that I had shut down long ago in the name of fitting in and survival. But eventually, I gave up almost everything I was.. Trading bits of myself like currency; trying to buy love and acceptance from those who didn't even hear or see me, let alone love me. ... These creations are me taking them back. This box is sort of a culmination of that, and inside is the realm of breaking away from my tiny world of isolation, and stepping into the possibility of more. More than the loneliness, the silence, and the powerlessness I have been immersed in.. And those portraits are my long lost and abandoned parts. "Welcome home"..