Wait, what?

Apr 28, 2015

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 […]

Quiet, Muted Despair

Mar 30, 2015

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 […]

Boston, Summer 1983 – Paper Girl ends my not-so-promising hoodlum career

Mar 27, 2015

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.  […]

Something lighter – Papercuts

Mar 26, 2015

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.

Waking the Dragon of Slumbering CPTSD

Mar 25, 2015

I didn’t know I had Complex PTSD until I was 36 years old. I deliberately turned off my trauma – tossed it, pretended it never happened – when Social Services removed my sister and I from our mother’s custody and placed us with our newly sober and forever ex-criminal father. We never talked about our […]

In which I resented babies and learned to love them

Mar 24, 2015

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. […]

My Borderline thinks it’s Jack Torrance

Mar 23, 2015

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…

REBLOG: Suicidal Ideation, do you remember when?

Feb 6, 2014

Suicidal Ideation, do you remember when?.

I Miss Blogging!

Feb 6, 2014

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 […]

Naptime and Pristiq (And Elvis Costello)

Jan 17, 2014

I lay down for my usual 3 pm nap today. Sometimes I don’t sleep at all, just lay there and relax the body. Today I took some Valium and slipped under my blankets. I grabbed my stuffed rabbit & cuddled him. My tortie came in & curled up on my pillow, laying her head down […]

Wait, what?

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 […]

Quiet, Muted Despair

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 […]

Boston, Summer 1983 – Paper Girl ends my not-so-promising hoodlum career

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.  […]

Something lighter – Papercuts

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.

Waking the Dragon of Slumbering CPTSD

I didn’t know I had Complex PTSD until I was 36 years old. I deliberately turned off my trauma – tossed it, pretended it never happened – when Social Services removed my sister and I from our mother’s custody and placed us with our newly sober and forever ex-criminal father. We never talked about our […]