“i’m not a hugger. i’m comfortable embracing my children but in general, hugs make me feel edgy and encroached upon. this includes my parents and siblings, though it makes me a little sad that my aversion causes them distress.” Continue reading defending the handshake
i used to have poetry, before my mind broke, shattering into some hundred-million glittering shards, and when it fractured, i think the words went with it. they don’t come ‘round much anymore, ‘cept in annoying Seussian couplets of subjects mundane, the banality of which makes me totally insane. there was a time when the words flowed like water, sentences would spring fully-formed … Continue reading i used to have poetry
“…if i couldn’t fix myself, then i would alter my world so at least home would be less problematic. life happens though, and now the design is in flux. chaos has moved into my sanctuary. life showed up…” Continue reading babies, bunnies, and mindfulness
“i’ve tried to kill myself three times, most recently in november of 2014.
it is a bizarre thing to able to write that about yourself. it’s a strange thing to know about yourself, to know that you are capable of taking such drastic action. there was a point in my life, long past now…” Continue reading attempting suicide fundamentally changes you
From Famine to Feast 