Set a routine and hold yourself to it. This is something I am so terrible at that I have never done it for more than a few months at a time, but when I do I feel such a big difference in my stability. Staying sane is the hardest fight in the world, and it … Continue reading ways to keep yourself out of the psych ward during all this pandemic craziness
I actually wrote this in October to post on Facebook, so, if another human is actually caring or curious enough to open this blog, you may have already read this one. It includes excerpts from some of my more hard-hitting ramblings about mental health that can be found in other entries further down this rabbit … Continue reading being okay with falling behind
I've recently picked up poetry again in my dark times. When I feel so profoundly and deeply emotional that my thoughts lose sensical linearity, the only way I can speak is through bad poetry. I don't think anyone reads this blog of mine, but if someone happens to be reading this right now, know that … Continue reading why i’m including random poems
it twangs melodic from granddaddy's wind chimes -- from there it runs like liquid mercury down, down into hearts unchristened and eyes of children. into my mouth it poured waxy but smooth, unfamiliar till it settled. now my heart beats through it like molasses, and like molasses I thought it was sweet at … Continue reading on the porch
i held you close woven around cotton candy fingers, streamers of me and you. you poured your life colors all over my lap i don't want to feel their last dampness underneath my toweled palm. help me, now Reach Out for the last of me slips through the slits of my millennial hands and … Continue reading black coat
I feel calm, and it's so dope.
It was World Mental Health Day last week, and I spent it as, I would guess, most did. I scrolled through social media, came across some posts about ending mental health stigma, thought for the appropriate number of seconds about how much I agreed with that mission, and then, as a gesture of how woke … Continue reading ending the stigma. or whatever.
The reason why I have yet to write about Alexis and MPD is because they are a part of me. We were spun from the same soul matter. It's hard to extract yourself from yourself, and that's, in a way, what I have to do in order to even speak on these women. Also I … Continue reading on my best friends
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It makes me laugh that I originally titled this thatloudgirl. Maybe I was, when I had ideas and jokes and stories to draw people in, to make them interested in getting to know a mediocre-looking hick who got her laughs lazily. I don't feel very loud at all now. In fact, I don't feel anything … Continue reading empty: depression from its tighest grips *trigger warning: talk of suicide, self harm*
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I feel like social media is fucking everything up. I'll explain. I know that I have no idea how life as a young person before social media took over actually was, and that pretty much anything I say is probably an idealization, at best a guess, but I just can't really see how it couldn't … Continue reading bored thoughts on social media: a ramble
