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I wrote the piece below in April of 1995. I am posting it today because it still defines my existence. The writing is about how it is so hard to be hopeful because there is always something to strip me of that comfort. I concede today I choose to live my days clouded with negativity, […]
Read MoreShe has returned . . . a former, archaic version of myself that I had ignorantly believed I would never need again. Her revival has not been so subtle, and she has reprised her role as the destructor of my life, the tamer of hope, and the inventor of all necessity to be alone. She […]
Read More********Trigger Warning for talk of sex and abuse********* The world feels like a dream. There are things I wonder if I dreamed about, or if I actually did them. Such as feeding the dogs this morning. I thought I fed them, it felt like I felt them, but I couldn’t remember at all if they […]
Read MoreI don’t know if I can do this. I’m not much better but a little. The meds my psycho-iatrist gave me have helped a little, but I still have a hard time “soothing” my brain. It always feels disruptive and a bit like ADD. It’s a mad world. In any case, I was reading the […]
Read MoreTo my blogging friends, I feel the overwhelming need to apologize to you. You have been so kind as to offer comments on my blog, and I have not been able to return the feedback. I am not well. I had an emergency session with my psycho-iatrist today. I’m not sleeping and what few winks […]
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