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 →
(Trying to actually take time and write about music because it makes me happy...omg whatta notion) Let's go: yesterday was Cris Hodges - Black Hole Magic (epic. Fucking LOVE it), Pistols AtDawn - Ascension (also a newer release, charting and is absolutely kicking ass), and Nothing More's - Spirits. I want to start with Nothing... Continue Reading →
Suicide is not selfish. Suicide will never be selfish. Suicide is the terminal result of debilitating, life altering brain bullshit. Unless you are the type that tells cancer patients if they die, it’s selfish… 🤷🏿♀️ I hate the terms mental illness/mental health bc it is not that black and white. If I’m going to use... Continue Reading →
Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
With wine and words, you drew me in Playing songs that stole air from the sky Your eyes undressed my soul, I became yours to devour My lips, you took first, in nibbles and nips My tongue was your pleasure, as long as it licked When it wagged too grandly, you chewed it down My... Continue Reading →
TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more
Original Poetry by MahButtItches. unusual imagery by mad GoogleFu
If time can heal all wounds, When's the button so I can press mute on all of these echoes of you Cause it's not the memories that leave me choking Or even the scars on the heart you broke in It's all those echoes of the words left unsaid It's the vomit & blood of... Continue Reading →
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 →
Mah Butt Itches 