Category Archives: mental illness
I always write out my blogs before I post them, but TODAY IS THE EXCEPTION. I’ve tried putting the significance of today out of my mind, concentrating on my participation in the Women’s March tomorrow as a stand I … Continue reading
The ocean pounds the shore, a peaceful noise. The air is warm, perfect. Birds sing, the coor of a dove. I have no place to be, no time constraint, nothing on my agenda, yet I am anxious. It is … Continue reading
Anger, like a white dwarf star after implosion, lives on. Like a star, anger is deadly. Unlike a star, anger is personal.
I vow to never take another SSRI, no matter what! I will handle my chronic pain and depression/ anxiety in other ways. In my opinion, Cymbalta, and the withdrawal, is worse than the disease for which I took it. I … Continue reading
Here is a poem I wrote at work, proving that I am, in fact, a writer after all. I am not a writer. I’m a records scanner for a large medical group. I hear it in the mind-numbing whir … Continue reading
My world is falling apart. It’s all inside me; the outside is the same as ever. Outside my head, life goes on: Work, chores, cats, sleep, meals, family, writing. But inside, my mind is crawling with worms, my head … Continue reading
I’M SEEING LIONS EVERYWHERE. Not just the sweet face of Cecil, the slaughtered icon, but everywhere: a moss-covered statue in a neighboring garden; a year-old birthday card; a logo for a film company; an intro for a classic movie; a … Continue reading