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.
"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 →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbBHR_CD56M This is how I'm living in NV not PA. It's how I'm no longer working and I'm a SAHM like I always wanted to be. It's how I'm no longer an alphabet soup of diagnoses bouncing from mental hospitals and taking anywhere from 5-15 medications simultaneously. The mind is a marvelous servant, but a... Continue Reading →
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Original Mental Wellness Comedy by MahButtItches, unusual imagery thanks to mad GoogleFu and a bountiful harvest thanks to memes and artists all over the globe.
Original Mental Wellness Comedy and random tips on how to deal with shit by MahButtItches. Unusual imagery provided by GoogleFu and abundant harvests of memes and art by supremely talented individuals across the globe. Many thanks for your contributions.
I fell in love with a man who broke my brain and my heart. It's been years since and I still wonder about it. There's a part of me that believes there's some future where he and I will be we again. There's another part that thinks that part is the crazy part. Where is... Continue Reading →
Disasterpiece There is no sin and there is no penance. All she wants is to teach you lessons. There's never too long for her to wait, so worry not, it's never too late. Time exists only if given meaning. The Fate that speaks when you are dreaming, in signs and whispers, sometimes screaming. Open your... Continue Reading →
With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey. Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →
"Is everything all right?” You ask, hoping for a yes, or maybe not. Reality is created on the letters spoken, and the spaces of the ones I think are true. And while I’m so busy assuming, I can’t possibly tell you, the worlds of words that live inside my head too. And from another place,... Continue Reading →
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