Mental-health based blog, peppered with art, terrible Swedish music videos, observations on The Absurd & I hope just the right blend of silliness.
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.
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 […]
…. wow … my mother was constantly wielding a knife but never actually stabbed anyone with it… i can’t imagine having to watch that…. just…. yeah…. wow…. and, sorry too x
She carried everywhere, I watched for it when we were with strange men in the middle of the night, funny it was someone close she ended up attacking. 😦
My grandma tried to stab her husband (mom’s dad) on several occasions. He did the same. My uncle had to knock him down with a bat just to get him off of my grandmother on one of those incidents. But she always went back for more.
I think I’ve told you this before though.
xoxoxxXX
And – wow back! It’s one thing to search “Borderline Personality Disorder” & subscribe to a bunch of blogs where you’re exchanging the same symptom clusters – but – how many mothers were running around with butchers knives 30 years ago? Who knew? Do you find that you are attracted to them? Not in a cutting way, just, I don’t know…
Hell!
Hell Yes!
Brighton, not Brockton. My bad.
HAHAHAHA, TOTALLY different animal, but love that you know what Brockton is like!!! XO
I’m such an idiot. I lived in Brookline, you would think I would recognize Brighton, der.
My mother once threw a knife at me when she was mad. She was cutting something in the kitchen. Note to self: don’t piss off crazy woman wielding a weapon.