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She never dies.
Thedreamerwhoneverdies. I’m going to tell you about the joys and astonishing first-hand experience of dreading the time your eyes grow heavy, becoming tired. And your body Is forced to sleep. And you know you’ll wake up again, with the syndrome that carries no cure. Of “What is.” And not “what’s possible.” I will be honest.…
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I named my spirit horse, Turbulence.
A few new insights as I begin my 42nd year. “I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.” -BOB DYLAN
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Can anyone else hear this shit?
I am not saying “I hear voices,” I’m not off my meds, nor should you worry about my mental state. My apologies if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. There are far too many people around so I can’t scream at the top of my lungs like I want to do right about now. In normative…
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A piece of humble pie.
My family has been displaced by the wildfires in California. Most notably my child. When I was concerned about his Xbox and computer his voice rang a very loud bell. “Mommy, that’s just stuff you buy me. I love my stuff, but I love you more and at least you’re alive and we are a…
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An addition to the final verdict of B.
I’m in so much pain, but a junkie for the dysfunction.
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If you ever wonder.
There are no words. That can express how angry at you I am the sad thing is that this has been going on for almost a year. The whole time we’ve been us. There is no salvaging what we thought we were capable of. I’m too fucked up and so are you. We are catastrophic…
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1,875.
You cannot see a broken spirit even though it’s there. 1875 sleepless nights, afraid to wake up to the heinous way of life I was ordered to become accustomed. I am not good at a lot of things, one of them being taking orders. So I cried, and I cried the tears finally subsided and…
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Half Past Four; the explanation..
I’ve yet to identify “this,”whatever has taken over.It’s officially set up shop.Where the profound grief had been held,held for far too long.Debilitating,Consuming;Grief; the heinous kind that makes you frail and weak. My life,seemingly broken beyond repair.The other day at half-past four.The frail was gracious enough to take the subtle hints, and leave on its fruition.The…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.
She held her breath and jumped. My personal blog.
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 