We're about... 2.5ish months into recovery from the latest psychotic break. Although, that word has so many connotations as to render it relatively meaningless if you think about it. But there was a question in the Psychosis Recovery group that made me think, and I thought I may as well share my thoughts. How do... Continue Reading →
Who wrote your dictionary? Full post
Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →
Repeat After Me
Storms can happen, and a tree can sway. We are a oh fucking kay!
The Day of the Lord
The Day of the Lord Chapter 1 “Another babe! Another babe! Another babe for the Lord!” Gwendolyn cried out. Cheers erupted all around. Magda smiled demurely, gazing softly toward the basket. Not to be outdone, Amelia shouts, “I have two!” and another round of polite, on-demand cheering was given.
I wish I could delete you Like a file in my heart drive Stop mourning a future That was never implied I wish I had an icon On my forehead’s third eye Button press, trashcan, erase you Like tears never before again cried I wish memories and mindsets had no recycle bin Where done just... Continue Reading →
Roses for the Abyss
Two concepts right now are something like I am nobody and nobody can be anybody. Ram Dass lovingly states we're all God in Drag and Watts giggles God is a Joker. That's a gross oversimplification, but not really. The entire concept of me - isn't really me. As a matter of fact, I'd go so... Continue Reading →
The Abyss’ Gaze
What is the gift of psychosis? (You can substitute psychosis with any word of your choosing) Seems an odd question and likely answerable with "none". Except, that's reductive and untrue. Any and everything can be a blessing or curse, tool or weapon, lead or gold. It's a spectrum far more than a binary. I would say everything is a blessing and a curse, a tool and a weapon, lead and gold. In fact, they are one in the same with the spectrum of choice lying within us, and our perspective can be a filter and a north star. To be honest, I'm not sure which lie I mean, and why it's not both.
"Bad day, hon?" Cheryl asked as she was chopping carrots at the counter. Her husband, Harold, flopped at their small circular kitchen table. He sighed and put his head in his hands. His hair was thin and scattered over his fingers. It took a while for him to respond as if he was trying to... Continue Reading →
Once Upon a Dream
“Phil…listen. I’m sorry. I am truly sorry about all of this.” Murray sighed, leaning over the wooden table. Phillip glared back at him, his manacles jangling as he settled in his chair. His dark hair was damp and sweaty, the air was stifling. His face was beet red with anger, but his eyes showed all... Continue Reading →
I find what I lose most is my mind. It's fine, but leads me to inquire: I see the world; the world sees me Me, I think, flips so easily to we We tell me what I ought to be I lose days to "what is wrong with me?" No mind, we can seek what... Continue Reading →
"The sky is falling the sky is falling!!" Chicken Little screamed "Fuck." Ralph cursed as the screens began flooding with breach notifications and error codes. "Goddammit Bernie, it's every five minutes with this shit today!" Ralph began furiously punching buttons and initiating reboot sequences in the critical and red zones. "You have one fucking job!"... Continue Reading →