words are clumsy and imprecise
words are clumsy and imprecise, narrowing complex emotions into simple groupings of letters that do not adequately express anything, open as they are to misinterpretation and minimalization. even when i’m not falling into a pit from which even the thought of escape diminishes like the ever-decreasing fragment of light shining faintly from the top, i’m aware of their futility and i slowly cease to … Continue reading words are clumsy and imprecise
stumbling in recovery
“my recovery is not going well today. i’m struggling to hold the line, to hold onto a reality that isn’t the voices pounding inside my head, asking to be let out to play.
“play” is a misnomer, because when the mental illnesses come out, it’s no longer playtime. my brain gets busy while my body gets quiet, in an agitated, pacing kind of way. i become exquisitely unproductive.” Continue reading stumbling in recovery
patience impaired
“i’m not innately patient. i’m not sure whether it’s nature or nurture, but i know my impatience is a problem. i used to think i was good at being patient, meltdowns while driving notwithstanding. it didn’t truly come home to me that i was piss-poor at waiting until my pod-style coffee maker broke. waiting five minutes for the coffee to brew? intolerable. i was raging.” Continue reading patience impaired
thank you
“i am immensely grateful to everyone who has taken the time to read what i write, comment, or follow me. you are so very much appreciated.” Continue reading thank you
