“I realized as I approached my car in the underground parking lot, having walked by at least five people since exiting the escalator, that if one of the passers-by came up behind me and attacked, I’d have no way of identifying the perpetrator from the neck up.
As far as I was concerned, none of them had heads.” Continue reading we don’t look up
“trigger warning – self harm
I’m standing at a fork in the road and I’m paralyzed. It’s a pretty big fork, with plenty of places for me to play. I don’t play well with others a lot of the time so I’m here alone, which is unfortunate since the games I play when I’m by myself and feeling distressed generally involve some form of self-harm. This explains the half inch hole that I’ve dug in my chin that’s now infected…” Continue reading a hole in my chin and an existential crisis
“one of the most profound lessons i learned from my last stint at rehab came from a weekly group exercise we did. we were given a typewritten list of personal qualities with space beside each for checkmarks. some of the traits were good, some not so good. trustworthy or hostile. open or closed off. accepting or judgmental. you get the idea.” Continue reading why it’s hard to be kind
“i haven’t been sleeping well of late. it’s an occupational hazard when you have depression; insomnia likes to pop in for a visit from time to time. i head to bed early enough but stay awake ‘til after midnight and sleep fitfully, waking for the final time between four and five in the morning. those are ugly hours; almost nothing good happens then.” Continue reading permanently disabled
From Famine to Feast. 