“It seems to me that the difference between sane and crazy is just a matter of degree. So, I’m not crazy, per se, I’m just a little more unwell than the rank and file.” Continue reading late night, stream of consciousness ramble
“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
i can feel the changes coming as the pressure builds inside my chest, deep in my soul. i rage against the inevitable, a racing writhing that leaves me confused and frantic, desperate to escape. misery grows as i acquiesce. walking in footsteps not my own causes pain and damage, strips me bare, leaves me angry. resentment builds. i can’t identify the source. corporeal needs frustrate. … Continue reading solitary
“it’s been two years since i first started this round of medication and it’s the eighth or ninth time that i’ve been on anti-depressants since i was twenty.” Continue reading why i won’t stop taking my meds
From Famine to Feast 