Have you watched The Social Dilemma or The Big Hack on Netflix? I did, freaked out like the rational nutjob I am and deleted instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter. Then, I decided to get on this form of social media and write about it. It's like swapping addictions, but hey - you don't judge me, I... Continue Reading →
The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want... Continue Reading →
Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →
The past is chaos, confusion, anxiety, depression. The future is the same. Right now, there’s two feet here. Right here, there’s one breath now. And as long as I remain, I cannot create a solution to find a problem, or a problem to find me.
Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →
The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed
How much time am I spending on my dreams or my nightmares? How many times did I say can't When can was just right there? How many opinions can you opine So much of your business on the state of my mind I know I'm a cunt-ry of states in divide Where falling is... Continue Reading →
Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me. It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →
There was a time when all of this made sense, but it was terrifying. It was so terrifying, I lost my grasp on reality. Did I lose my mind? If anything, maybe I overused my mind or I lost control of my mind. The problem is, I’m not sure if I’m referring to then, now,... Continue Reading →
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