When I was in high school I read a poem by Dorothy Parker called Resume about the methods of suicide and this poem burrowed its way into my head and never let go. This poem led to the most morbid mother-daughter research project to ever occur. For months we researched the different methods of suicide… Continue reading You Might As Well Live
Or maybe that's just called a realist...I'm not sure. When I was in middle school my best friend's mom decided she didn't like me because I was too pessimistic and it was a bad influence on her daughter. In reality we were both hitting puberty and the fun rush of hormones was playing havoc with… Continue reading I’m Pessimistically Optimistic
I like yoga. I do. I like taking a random ten minutes out of my day to stretch and relax and focus on nothing but my breathing. I can appreciate yoga for what it is. I'm also aware of what it's not. Yoga is not medication. It is not a way to treat chronic depression… Continue reading You Can Take Your Yoga & Shove It
It was the best of times... It was the worst of times... Actually, it was bedtime and like every night I found myself laying in a tiny toddler bed while my toddler lay on the floor on a pile of pillows she has decided is a far superior place to sleep than the bed I… Continue reading Why do we have to train humans to sleep?
Sometimes I feel like I have no right to complain about my mental issues. I feel like my life has always been pretty average with no addiction, cutting, or BIG issues that often occur with mental illness. And somehow that makes my problems less. Like, my degree of madness is somehow less than others, like… Continue reading Degrees of Madness
There's poop on my floor. Again. This is the third day I've followed a trail of poop to the bathroom with some paper towels and carpet cleaner. The first day I didn't notice the poop and stepped in it, of course it was as I was running late to work leaving me no time to… Continue reading Are you shitting me?
I decided I wanted to be a writer when I was in elementary school. I loved writing stories about my family, alien abductions, and a billion other topics. My favorite day was library day when I'd check out the maximum number of books and devour them in every free moment I found, sitting on the… Continue reading Write When You Can
We've all seen the commercials about depression that shows a shadowy figure lurking and pulling at a person as they wear a smiling mask trying to hide their sadness behind it. We've heard the description of depression as an all-consuming thing that takes over every aspect of a person's life until they become nothing but their… Continue reading My Shadow Friend
So, there I was innocently driving home from work just like any other Friday when I noticed everyone in my lane was merging over. This is peculiar behavior so I started looking for construction signs or the cop car when the car directly in front of me merged and I saw the car half a… Continue reading It was on Fire!
A few weeks ago my Monster child destroyed my kindle case and since it's an older kindle finding a case has proven to be a challenge. I finally found one and was certain it would work...too small. Made for a different generation. No good. Luckily for me, I'm a crafty sort of person some days… Continue reading Monster Kindle Cover