Mymemories Histoires

This is my true day to day life. Currently growing up in Albany, Oregon, most would call us a small town. In some cases that statement is true. But as my generation is gonna be graduating high school this year(Go South Albany Rebels), our town is becoming more city than country town.

Why me? Why did I have to be part of that 2% of people with eating disorders? Why did I have to be juggled between treatment centers and doctors during the "best" years of my life? This is a memoir about eating disorders, yes, but not about having on, about where life leaves you afterwards.

My favorite times and unforgettable memories was with him.

After failing to stop Chara, Dust!Sans decided to ask his creator his memories back and regains half of them instead, he quickly realizes that he lost in other timelines, making him mad and more aggressive to the point where he doesn't even fear the human anymore: he just wants to become more determined than them, will he succeeded? Or will he have to say "my memories!" again?

My life is really unic, even before I met my friend and started thinking about cool deep stuff, I still had alot of stuff that I think you deserve to know, I'll write about stuff that I feel like writing about at the moment, So yeah, I hope you'll have fun.

erm... sad ig?

For my live & memories

Memories are like scraps, we can't figure them out with just the missing pieces torn apart like scraps.

Helloooo! Its me here welcoming you into my memories: I'll think of something-important, random, or even just dreams. I'm not sure where this is going buuut yeah

Why can I remember anything..All I remember are my name,some bittersweet moment.

my thoughts...

Doha

Hi, my name is Timeworper24. At least, that's what all of you know me as. For the sake of everyone, you can just call me Jean. This... This is a story about my life. At least pieces of it. Some events are true and some are ones that have only played out within my mind. I want to show you all the parts of who I was and who I am now. What I have gone through, what I have seen, what I have thought. Simply what happens behind my crystal blue eyes. I welcome you all into my memories. (TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This story will and may contain suicidal thoughts, death, sorrow, and so on. Please be cautious if you have been or are currently in this state of mind. I only want you to know what I've gone through and know that you will make it through. I'm here for you.)

"Courage is to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart." (Brene Brown) When you hear the words "hospital" and "mental ward", you think of the word "loony bin", don't you? Or did I just put that in your head? Either way, it usually comes with a negative connotation in some way or another. You get what I mean. I hate it, and I hate that mental illness is stigmatized at all, but that's the world and society we live in. I want to bring more light to it all in my writing, and I hope others will follow suit, as a lot already have. When I was 25 years old, I went to the Emergency Room at a nearby hospital after having a breakdown that was very close to leaving me dead. I was admitted to the mental ward of that same hospital and went up there that night. I stayed for 5 days, from Sunday night to Friday afternoon. And in that time, I transformed. I went from a wilted rose to a new rose fully formed. I became a butterfly. I was called "Spring". This memoir-writing is going to be all about my journey with mental illness/health, what lead up to my hospital visit, and what happened during and after it. It's going to be a long therapeutic ride for everyone. "Loving ourselves through the process of owning our story is the bravest thing we'll ever do." (Brene Brown) ~*~ "Life is beautiful and brutal; Life is brutiful." (Glennon Doyle Melton) "Stay strong" / "You seem like a wonderful young lady even though I just met you." / "Take care of yourself" / "Good luck" / "You remind me of spring. You've bloomed and transformed here." / "You matter" / "She is a lovely young lady" / "It's all going to be okay" <3 (Things that patients and staff told me when they left and when I left the hospital.) ~*~ Dedicated to, The Joyce to my Jacquelyn; my best friend; E&E; my sunflower; my support system including my family and co-workers; all the friends/staff I met in the hospital; and anyone that might be suffering. It will be okay. ~*~