Well, the black and grey is. Next step is coloring the eyes and pops of color in the flowers. I was going to leave that for now, but instead, I'll go do that next week for a couple hours. This was about an hour and a half, I didn't even have enough time to fall... Continue Reading →
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.
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 →
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 →
Suicide Prevention Month - My Story Pt 1 About 2 months ago, I was driving home and The Outsider by A Perfect Circle came on. It’s one of those songs that felt too close to home about myself. I was singing and thinking how I had been punishing myself for everything that happened with my... Continue Reading →
I am 13 years old. I'm in 7th grade. I'm on the bus, and I have the asshole kid in front of me reminding me how fat I am. He's added, now, to close my legs, because I smell like fish. My stomach crawled in my throat, and my heart is desperately trying to plug... Continue Reading →
I've been meaning to get some posts up for suicide prevention month. I wanted to link to some of my prior posts in one easy to access spot: No, Seriously, Suicide is Not Selfish Depression is Selfish Won’t Someone Think of the Children? 13 Reasons.. Please share any post that resonates with you and thanks... Continue Reading →
