August 18, 2019
TIASAP stands for The Ill-Advised Self-Administration Period.
This is why.
I was unsafe about it.
I lost my sexuality for years.
I turned the need for change into punishment.
The color drained from my universe. The flavor was gone from food. I could not smell.
And when you added in a bit of estrogen, you wept at the return of sensation.
I tell myself now that if I belive something to be true when I’m depressed as well as when I’m hypomanic, it’s more likely to be right.
And, well.
But I was unsafe, I was punishing myself, and I did it all on purpose.
Why ruin your life on accident when you can do it on purpose?