Christ, does this bitch do anything but rhyme?

The answer is occasionally. Thank you for asking. If you are newer to reading my blog, I actually don't only write poetry. I don't know what this is, but I do this sometimes. I felt the need to express myself in a non-poetic voice. I have this frustrated feeling inside of me, almost like I...

The Power of Maybe

Black and white thinking, all or nothing, and catastrophizing were descriptors of me. I used to think if I worried about or thought about everything enough, I could control it. In some ways, maybe I took expect the best, plan for the worst too literally. In reality, I would just worry about everything and drive...

What is love?

If you've been following my writing for any length of time, there has been a pull for me in the realms of spirituality, psychology, and philosophy. To me, they are all synonyms for the study of love, and that is what I would like to write about today. I believe love is a four-letter word...

Old & Busted: “We Just Didn’t Work” ~ New Hotness: DSM-V Breakups!!!!

Am I the only person tired of reading articles about narcissists? In addition to yoga selfies, all of my social media is cluttered with articles about narcissists. For a personality disorder comprising 1-6%(depending on the source) of the population, narcissists really get a LOT of press! I'm amazed at how everyone has recently broken up...

Taking Selfies with Jesus

I joined Instagram a few months ago, and in seconds, I noticed one reoccurring theme: Yoga Selfies. I've read a lot of articles bashing them, and while I'm not going to bash them, I am going to question their intentions. (Maybe I'll bash them a little) If you aren't on Instagram or you don't know what...

Superliminal Messaging: Hey You, Go Meditate!

I’d like to spend more time focusing on my writing about meditation because it is the most important choice I have made in my life. I am not going to attempt to convert anyone to any religion because I’m not a religious person. Meditation came to me because of mental illnesses and a strong desire...

Broken Hearts Make Stronger Drums

Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart.  In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight.  My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do.  With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and...

My Story – Last part

I don't know what mentally ill means. I am ill because I am diagnosed as such and everyone says that is so. I don’t know how any other mind works, so I can’t tell you what falls into “mood disorder”, “psychosis”, or whatever. I look at the sky and I see my shade of blue,...

Suicide Prevention Month – My Story Part 3

I have no idea what a normal mom is, but I know I am not one.  Before, I was Super Mom and now I am some sort of odd hippie, zen, metal head mom.  I never allowed myself to believe I was a good or even decent mom.  I have six eyes watching me and...

Suicide Prevention Month – My Story Pt 2

Suicide Prevention Month - My Story Pt 1 About 2 months ago, I was driving home and The Outsider by A Perfect Circle came on. It’s one of those songs that felt too close to home about myself.  I was singing and thinking how I had been punishing myself for everything that happened with my...