I don’t feel well. I have been dissociative, spacey, and dizzy all evening. There’s a sense of urgency to write, and I can’t escape it. I must, I must, I must eject what’s in this crazy, demanding head. I was anxious this morning, but I knew I would be taking my dog Maybelline for a […]
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Whispers Heard as Screams
I’m going on record declaring this complete bull shit. —————————————————————————————– I don’t know what to say really. I don’t know what to feel either. Maybe I am really okay, and it didn’t hurt as badly as it seems. Or, maybe I’m covering up the greatest pain we’ve ever known throughout the gift of numbness. I’m […]
Read MoreI AM the Old Struggle
This weekend was an exercise in futility. Still reeling from the session with Therapist written about here, I unsuccessfully navigated a weekend that was filled with meaning and importance for me, and I failed. I keep going over it in my mind, twisting it, turning it, unknotting it, what was said by Therapist and I’m […]
Read MoreBig Fat Lies
It’s been a few years since I’ve been on here. Don’t really know what I’ve been up to except teaching high school and going off to treatment. Tonight I was looking at the very first entry in an incomplete journal book, beginning date of 10-15-2008. I was in residential treatment at the time. There was […]
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I don’t know what to do with myself. I hate nights like these. Empty. Spoiled. Long. I am a child. And I can’t breathe. My brain hurts. It’s not a headache. My brain is itchy and scratchy and needs to be soothed and calmed. Everything feels wrong. My hands hold my head. I need comfort, […]
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