Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
The answer is occasionally. Thank you for asking. If you are newer to reading my blog, I actually don't only write poetry. I don't know what this is, but I do this sometimes. I felt the need to express myself in a non-poetic voice. I have this frustrated feeling inside of me, almost like I... Continue Reading →
I don't know why I barely write anymore, and it's driving me nuts. It's as if I lost the desire to do the one thing I love doing most, and I honestly don't know how I feel about it! I said the other day, "If I truly wanted to write, I would have written, and... Continue Reading →
In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness. The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →
...It's currently an unfortunately literal statement. (ha!) True to the art of narcissistic overshare, *ahem* I mean blogging... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8o5fxnDUjs I started Lamictal 8 weeks ago now. I've been on it previously, but always with other med combos, and I have not had great results. My psych thought it was due to being overmedicated. His plan... Continue Reading →
I am trying to write a poem. It's been swirling around in my head for a week or so now, and every time I try to write it out, I think it's utter garbage and I hit enter until I can't see it on my MS Word screen anymore. My "poetry" document is filled with pages... Continue Reading →
In light of the current shit-storm that is all things Trump, I'd be remiss if I didn't avail myself the opportunity to say Deep Throat a lot. While there is a part of me deeply saddened to see the US fall victim to the laughingstock of our own politics, there is another part of me... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist? No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature. They do, however, choose what to do with it. This is difficult to accept, too. It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →