Memorial Day, etm.

I wrote this last year, it seems applicable to re-post. My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.” As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell... Continue Reading →

Daily Prompt – 1947

We belong to each other. It is easy to ignore others when you don’t see it that way - their problem, I don’t live there, they don’t agree with me, etc. Everything is creating and supporting separation and othering, and look how bad it’s getting. Look how high mental illness, addictions, overdoses, and suicides are. All snuffed candles. Killed by separation, killed by not knowing their light, perfection, beauty, uniqueness, authenticity.

Sentient Dung Beetles v. Suicide

In this video I am using, what I have now realized is the true universal language - shit. To break out of intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, suicidality, depression, rumination, you name it. What if I reincarnate as a sentient dung beetle? I’m talking my consciousness, fully aware and experiencing eating shit for whatever lifetime of... Continue Reading →

Hypocrisy, so hot 🥵 right now

When I was a kid, I learned quickly how much hypocrisy drives me nuts. People telling me not to ask too many questions, or not that type of question made me livid. Growing up in Catholic school, I both really dug theology and really, really hated it because of this. Though I barely remember the... Continue Reading →

Dare you to fuck a blender

This thought, “broken, yes, that’s how the light gets in” keeps replaying. This idea that when you want to build a muscle, you break it down first. That’s how you get stronger. What doesn’t kill you makes you funnier; however, it doesn’t necessarily have to be your life’s purpose. I have to wonder if the... Continue Reading →

Oh, how beautiful pain can be

So, you’re 19, you get raped and pregnant. Zoinks! You don’t even believe you got raped, so you hate, self harm, self destruct, and blame yourself - consider yourself an absolute fucking failure, fuck up, worthless- for like… 19+ years til you finally decide maybe talk to somebody about something (there’s so many to choose).... Continue Reading →

No, Seriously, Suicide is Not Selfish

*reposting in honor of Chris Cornell. Thank you for everything* Unsurprisingly, lots of opinions, theories, and soapboxes have come out in the wake of Chris Cornell's suicide.  When Robin Williams committed suicide, I wrote a long piece attempting to remove ignorant peoples' heads from their asses, so I guess I should write again... Suicide is... Continue Reading →

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