Sitting in the window watching for my kids’ bus. A car pulls up and a boy, 7 or 8 in baseball getup, gets out and runs to the back of the house across the street. The car, silver, idles – a man inside. I start to hear pounding, as of fists on a door. The pitch […]
The depression is ingrained after so many years – there almost every day – but every day seems to have it’s own manifestation. I almost wish I was at my worst so I could hospitalize and be cared for. I wish I was dead but am not suicidal, the ideation is there but not the […]
A few more minor events stand out. There was a girl, 10 or 11, who had a paper route on North Beacon. My little gang – my Lebanese neighbors, a Jamaican girl from across the street – and I secretly mocked her. She must have been the only white girl in the neighborhood besides me. […]
Patrick Gannon is an American cut-paper artist who works and lives in Japan. His work has been shown in galleries throughout the US, Europe and Asia.
It’s been a LONG time since I’ve written an original post, so excuse my writing, I’m rusty and disjointed on medication that for the most part works. When my Cenobites are raging the words flow and flow and flow. The medication takes the words and chains the Cenobites and keeps the real me at bay. […]
Originally posted on Not Quite Lost:
“I’m BAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK.” Gee, thanks for the fucking warning. You’ve been away for a year, you don’t call, you don’t write, I thought you were dead for Christ’s sake, or met someone else at the very least. In all seriousness Borderline, why did you come back? Things were going so…
Suicidal Ideation, do you remember when?.
My blog was a “mental” blog. With my cenobites heavily chained, I haven’t had too much to write about. But I want to write again, to connect again, to be a part of a community that seems to have gone half missing (where did they go?). So I’m going to write about how I got […]