Waiting for the Afterlife
mental illness, psychosis, and keeping death at bay

Our days before were precious, simple, full of joy. How I ache for your sadness, your madness, my beautiful boy.
“Just sitting here, waiting for heaven.”
Our days before were precious, simple, full of joy. How I ache for your sadness, your madness, my beautiful boy.
“Just sitting here, waiting for heaven.”
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Yammering bits and some blathering. Humor is my first language, my second skin, and my hello.
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Yammering bits and some blathering. Humor is my first language, my second skin, and my hello.