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Choose your own adventure…
Remember those books? Do you ever wish life could be like that? If you didn’t like the outcome because you turned right instead of left, you could simply start the book over. And maybe some of the choices you would make time and time again, but others not so much, thus leading you to another…
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I read a meme today…
It said, “I explained my hurt and still got hurt, so I stopped talking.” That sums it up for a lot of us, I suppose. I think when you allow people in and let them know the most vulnerable parts of you, you’re giving them power. And we know this, because it’s happened before. But…
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Regret..
It’s like a withdrawal from a drug. Regret for what was done, what wasn’t. Regret for what was said, what wasn’t. It’s the lack of euphoria that once was. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, that lump in your throat. It’s the reason you can’t sleep. It’s the reason you can’t eat Regret.…
abandonment, bipolar, death, depression, Faith, grief, life, loss, mania, memories, mental health, nostalgia, regret -
My new normal…
This is my first day of “intentional” new normal. I say “intentional” because there is nothing normal about this for me. I miss the mess. I miss the noise. I miss the chaos. My mornings are spent in silence. My days are spent trying to find something to do. Paint. Rearrange furniture. Anything to break…
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No one ever said life was fair…
I currently live in a world of stolen dreams. A world where everything has been taken from me. It’s a deep, deep pain. It’s a state of vulnerability that I’ve never been in before. And until you’ve been there, you can’t possibly understand. Sympathize? Yes. Understand? No. Moments are good. But moments are fleeting. I…
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Awake?!?
For days, sleep eluded me. Depression is a bitch. No matter the cause. I wanted to sleep. My eyes hurt, my head hurt, everything hurt. Eventually, your body says “Nope, time to crash.” Now, everything hurts still.. and them some. It’s the dreams.. and then the awakening. Waking up to stillness. Waking up to despondency.…
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Sleep?!
I lie down, to rest… But my mind will not… So, I’m awake I close my eyes, but sleep escapes them… So do tears. Hours tick by. Days. Nearly uninterupted wakefulness. In those moments of sleep, nothing more than inertia.
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Lies.. lies… lies..
I get to these points… these low points of sadness, where I simply cannot function. And I don’t know what to do with that, because depression isn’t something that I deal with on the often. I review, reflect, rewind all of it. I go from every little mistake I made to even things that I…
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“You saved my life…”
This isn’t my story to tell, but I’m going to tell it anyway. My best friend has had an uphill battle for quite a while now. Even more so in the last year. Her most recent battle. Brain surgery. Notice, I use the word “battle.” That’s what it is. It’s a battle. The war is…
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Henry Solomon Scott Jr. (02/04/1946-10/25/25)
I cannot find one word to describe him. Too many fill my head in such a torrential fashion. Roughly five years ago, Henry started his journey on both Parkinson’s and Kidney Disease. In the beginning, Henry was a dad who stepped up. By the end, Henry had been the dad who stepped in. From day…