When she reflects on her behavior she sees her full figure a girl who longed to be the healer of someone as dear as a stranger a person who liked to treat her like she was just a feature of what he saw in the mirror until he found someone weaker whose insecurity stroked his ego deeper and now she couldn’t see it any clearer that this hellish pain is what freed her.
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The overarching theme to all my artwork- whether it is poetry, prose, stories, drawings, paintings, or photography- is finding beautiful darkness. I love finding the positive in dark moods, situations, and imagery. This is evident in my written work on my website, valerieparente.wordpress.com, and in my novels available on Amazon (“The Artist, The Muse”, “In Touch”, and “Rather Be Haunted”. I draw inspiration from a lifelong and personal struggle with very severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and anorexia. Each body of work I create centers around mental illness. The Artist, The Muse : a poetry and prose collection about what it is like to have a mental disorder that influences your art. In Touch : a fiction novel about a female with OCD, based on my real-life struggle with OCD, through the eyes of a male without the disorder. Rather Be Haunted : a poetry and prose collection that explores love, heartache, and death from the perspective of a girl with OCD that feels “haunted” by the motifs in life that define her humanity, including my signature Mannequin Art (used as a commentary on what it means to learn how to be a “normal” human).
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Next time I see warning signs I need to realize that this frustration makes me see red; that’s why the red flags were easier to protect because the color wasn’t something I noticed.
I think a lot of people have a hard time walking away because they could never said what they wanted to say… but I found my words I’m only upset because I don’t think they were heard.
It’s not fair for me to attach myself to memories because the things that are important to me aren’t necessarily admired equally it doesn’t matter how strongly I believe feelings are not facts, they’re just brain chemistry and maybe if I accept that as my reality then I wouldn’t seem like this OCD creep memorizing feelings that nobody else reads it’s a habit that’s no longer helping me breathe because appreciating details gets pretty lonely and reading your energy exerts my energy.
I guess it was just a typical feeling that I glorified beyond its meaning then modified my priorities like a chameleon and fell for traits that promote teasing a mistake I’ve made before, despite reason but this time I finally stopped believing and I’ll never go back to daydreaming because this match was never even just a rigged game I used for healing and in that way I was also scheming. I guess there’s nothing special about my demons.
I’m still trying to untangle the web of associations I made with you
because you were present during some of my greatest moods.
I tried so many new things with you alongside me
I became an adult and I filled a hole that was deep.
Part of me thinks I never should have let that joy inside
but what kind of world would it have been without all the good times?
The conclusion to this relationship will always be a shame
but someday I know I’ll be able to remember without the pain.
If I could choose between what I wanted and what’s currently happening
then I can assure you beyond a doubt that I wouldn’t change a thing.
I’m really not trying to live in the past tense but why after all the ways you made my mind bend do I still want to protect you from the consequence of how you destroyed me with your actions?
I’m really not trying to cause any hurt you might even ask “why would she print these words?” and it’s because I’ll never be able to move forward until I put these feelings on the record.
“Destroyed from the Inside Out” by Valerie Parente