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

not today

“i like to read books about religion and philosophy. they’re often helpful as i battle with mental health issues. i read an entry every morning, a kind of daily devotion practice, and i usually find something applicable to my current situation. of course, my inside voice tries to point out that i’d be much further along in recovery if i’d started doing this years ago, but i’m getting better at telling that voice to go away and leave me alone. it’s enough that i’m doing it now.” Continue reading not today