I was heartbroken. I was telling myself that I would have gotten mental health help sooner had I known I was failing, not graduating, wasting my time and hurting myself with learning about my traumas. After a week of no answers, I heard back from my professor, she knew I passed but did not know why I was sent such an email. The professor did not ignore me, she was away for a post semester holiday (much deserved as well). The matter was not solved until May 12th. By then I was done. I had given up on almost everything. Just days after my ceremony, I was readmitted to the hospital.
On graduation day, there was two ceremonies. The morning ceremony was with my friends/my family from IWAP. The evening ceremony was solo for my office administration program. I did not wear the pretty, soft pink Smart Set dress that I was looking forward to wearing at such a wonderful occasion. I wore a black dress for the morning and a black jumpsuit for the evening. Almost like I dressed for CeCe's funeral.
The dress is now very special date night dress.
Kirk took me to a café where we saw the Northern Pikes play in 2017; we had miss the kitchen hours that night but still enjoyed our specialty coffees. He had promised that he'd bring me back for a bite to eat. Last summer, we had one of their pizzas and I had a raspberry lemonade. Last night, Kirk wanted to take me out for pasta and lemonade to celebrate his new employment.
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In spring 2022, I was diagnosed with chronic depression, c-PTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder. Everyday was yesterday in my mind & in the flashbacks I was routinely suffering through. Three months after my second suicide attempt, I moved to a new community to begin my healing journey. Mallory en montgolfièreis an homage to my favorite childhood book series, Martine. I love the symbolism of the hot air balloon that I, Mallory, am navigating life with chronic illness while on a healing journey. Archives
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