To The Attention of The Contents Of My Skull:
Dear Gray matter, Assorted fluids and whoever else is concerned, I’ve been feeling a bit “down” as you know and I’d really like to find my way back up again. I don’t understand all this nonsense about chemical imbalances and synaptic miscommunications. The doctors very obviously have no idea what they are doing and it […]
Comfort shopping…
She felt a bit better after clicking the purchase button a few times. She had bought gifts for family and that made her feel good. You can never go wrong with books and one was even a book every writer should have, “The Elements of Style Illustrated“. Who could resist that cover? That alone made […]
Just keep writing…
Her Mother said, “Just keep writing“…and so she did. Her eyes were swollen, tears had left her clothing damp and her mood dark…but she kept writing. She wrote about how proud she was of a certain young man who was taking responsibility around the house while his stepmother was receiving her chemo. She wrote about how it […]
Early morning mist…
There was mist in the air as the heat and humidity began to rise. The birds sounded happy, though the owl appeared to be absent. The dog was snoring. She was awake. This inconsistency was really getting to her, but life was inconsistent. Perhaps this was just another lesson to be learned. She was thinking about […]
Hot summer’s night in April…
The windows were open and as she walked by the foot of her bed, she noticed her down comforter, which had been crushed into the rungs of the antique iron foot-board due to the heat, looked a bit like a modern day wedding gown, all poofy and white. It left her with a little ache in her heart, […]
Smoke and Mirrors…
An illusion…a story being told. That’s what she felt like. The last self help book she picked up went right back where it came from. She didn’t care anymore about finding her “authentic self” because if it was in there, it was so far buried under the so called “helpful medication” (The Muppet Medication as she would now […]
What goes up…
Ok so perhaps she wasn’t down down, but she was definitely not up like yesterday. Sleep didn’t come easy, didn’t stay, and she woke very early which seemed inconsistent with what she’d experienced the last few days. Perhaps her “down” feeling was just lack of sleep. Perhaps yesterday’s “up” was overinflated. Whatever the case, the day […]
It’s time to play the music…
So she knew she was in trouble when she started her “Defraggler” and then began singing the theme to the Muppet Show. She hoped that she wasn’t the only one in the world who had done this very thing…perhaps she wasn’t even the only one doing it at that time. Ok, so she probably was. […]
Zombies are people too!
Looking in, a giant oak could be seen behind the huge iron gates that kept the sane out. The asylum exterior was brick with ivy climbing its way beyond an old trellis and up into the roof lines. Painted sills were chipped and bits of brick crumbling. A birds nest was tucked away high in an eve, but the structure was well […]
This is supposed to make me better?
The words Are you (expletive deleted) kidding me? screamed through her mind as she swirled around her newly numb tongue and tried not to gag on the bitter (understatement) taste of the medication. One would really think if something was supposed to be placed under the tongue to dissolve some artificial sweetener would be used. Her immediate […]
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