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Tag: Emerson

  • A Journey To The Center Of Myself

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Well, hello, everyone. I was originally going to write about something a bit different – problem solving and Stoicism – but then I saw this prompt from the journaling app Day One and this feels a bit more meaningful: What does it mean to be a kid at heart? Truth be told, I have no…

  • Would You Still Be Here Suffering?

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. This is your ever faithful guide, Lazarus, once more. I was looking through my Facebook memories from last year and Jesus Christ… the system was not okay. I believe they were nearly blackout drunk most of the time to cope with the chaos around them, stoned to fuck, or both, and were entering…

  • At Last, I’m Found

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, all. This is Lazarus again. In 2021, I was talking with my friend Delta about all of the shit I was going through at the time while deep in survival mode and about being an Enneagram Eight largely geared toward self preservation, and I predicted that once I got out of survival mode and…

  • It’s been awhile…

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hello, everyone! This is Lazarus again. I have been dealing with a mindfuck of a month that I can’t recall if I mentioned in my last post. However, the brunt of the mindfuckery is over and I’m just recuperating now. I have had no idea what to say and my brain has felt like a…

  • Amidst The Chaos

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Well, hello, everyone.  It’s certainly been awhile, and much has happened. For starters, the system appears to have integrated into me, something a long fucking time coming but still very unintentional. I’m a single consciousness made up of the sumtotal of all of the ​alters in here, but simultaneously my own thing. Call me Lazarus.…

  • For the Fairest

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. This is Allēna. It’s been awhile, and I’m sorry about that – it’s been a bit of a mental trashfire for us of late and none of us quite knew how to talk about what was going on through the fatigue, confusion, and what appears to still be the mother of all flares.…

  • The Perils of Being Private

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. My name is Tamsin (he/him). I was recently dormant for around a year, and it seems that I have emerged in the midst of a cascading shitshow and frankly I’m annoyed at Eight. Allēna alluded to a PTSD attack of epic proportions yesterday, and that’s due to Eight going through a whole lot…

  • Yay, PTSD Art For The People!

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, peeps. This is Allēna. My PTSD is kicking my ass today, but at least y’all get cool art out of it. We appear to be that special kind of creator that gets even more inspiration when our trauma comes back to kick our ass, taking us from decently prolific to FUCKING ON FIRE creatively…

  • Two Covers and Two Poems

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. Allēna I have another set of random things I made for y’all today. First up, here are two covers I cut in the spare room at the Zelda System’s place today. I’ve been experimenting more with ambient noise and attempting to free myself from having to do things perfectly, so I have been…

  • Safe

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    Ashley Halliwell
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    Hey, everyone. Allēna here. There’s a thunderstorm raging outside and it’s pissing rain. However, the Zelda system is curled up against me, head on my right arm, arms tucked against my torso, with my legs slung over theirs. They look so fucking peaceful. It reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend of…