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Life awaits. Meaningful friendships, inspiring work, independence, your place in the world. They’re all just waiting outside your door. Now imagine if that door was locked. No key, no side exit, you’re trapped, while everybody else blossoms around you. That’s what it feels like growing up with a mental illness… We all have to figure out who we are beyond our diagnosis. It’s a long process that begins with learning how to trust our own minds again.
Daniel Pierce, Perception (Asylum)
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He bound my arms like the wings of a bird,
to lead me captive to the house of darkness, seat of Irkalla;
to the house which none who enters ever leaves,
on the path that allows no journey back,
to the house whose residents are deprived of light,
where soil is their sustenance and clay their food,
where they are clad like birds in coats of feathers,
and see no light, but dwell in darkness.
Mesopotamian conception of the netherworld/”Hell”, taken from the Epic of Gilgamesh, tablet VII. (via zondvloed)