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 […]
Pills…Pills…Pills…
Unfortunately for many elderly people, one might enter their home and find pill bottles on their counters, in their cabinets, on the night stands, in purses, bags, boxes and anywhere else they can possibly be stuck, shoved or dropped. Pills are often taken out of their bottles and placed into various containers including those little […]
Coming Back Down…
She thought about how coming back down was always such a relief (once it started and she accepted she had no choice) yet held so much fear as if she were in an elevator that may never stop going down. She wished she had someone who was there for her, someone who truly understood. But people […]
Love me back to life…
She remembered hearing this song for the first time…a friend had shared it with her…someone suffering as well. Funny how the suffering, how misery needs company. Love Me Back To Life
The sting of snow and ice…
The snow fell like salt on a wound, and she gasped a bit from the psychological pain manifesting into physical as she stared like a child mesmerized by a snow-globe. Her lungs were tightening up again, her chest began to feel the wrong size to contain the organs within and if she had a heart […]
When music says it all…
This song…it speaks to her …imagine living a life of being high…not necessarily drugs mind you…but having to be pulled back to earth and…not wanting to come down…not wanting to be brought back down because that might mean sinking too far down… Gravity
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