Editor’s note: While I will make every attempt to make my writing funny and approachable, please know my content is not for everyone. I am talking about dark, painful issues that you may have no experience with. You may have experience with them, and not want to relive them. I am talking about various forms... Continue Reading →
For the Modern Mom I don't generally do a behind the scenes on anything I word vomit on this screen...I apologize, shitty marketing strategy: I do not generally do a behind the scenes on any of the shit I shit out on this itchy assed blog (for good measure poop)... but this is one I'd... Continue Reading →
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 →
Am I the only person tired of reading articles about narcissists? In addition to yoga selfies, all of my social media is cluttered with articles about narcissists. For a personality disorder comprising 1-6%(depending on the source) of the population, narcissists really get a LOT of press! I'm amazed at how everyone has recently broken up... Continue Reading →
I don't know what mentally ill means. I am ill because I am diagnosed as such and everyone says that is so. I don’t know how any other mind works, so I can’t tell you what falls into “mood disorder”, “psychosis”, or whatever. I look at the sky and I see my shade of blue,... Continue Reading →
I never expected to have psychosis. I guess no one really puts that on their To Do list, but it was absolutely not on mine. Prior to my psychosis, the only idea I had of it was a vague memory of some dude standing naked in the street and hitting people with a wooden sword.... Continue Reading →
I have no idea what a normal mom is, but I know I am not one. Before, I was Super Mom and now I am some sort of odd hippie, zen, metal head mom. I never allowed myself to believe I was a good or even decent mom. I have six eyes watching me and... Continue Reading →
