Outside of a dumpster at the University of Delaware, a student found a discarded sketch book that was mostly empty, so she picked it up for herself. She realized later that .
It’s a sad and honest series of drawings. They’re just raw, in the way that the private things we all do to cope with suffering, the things we think will be seen by no one else’s eyes, are often the most genuine expressions we have in us. The banality of pain is startling and uncomfortable, and I think many people (myself included) compulsively seek new ways to package it, to make it have meaning and ascend into almost religious territory, but this is the reality: a checklist of reasons why you hate yourself.
