Losing it

I don’t even know how to begin this post I am so out of sync with my writing that nothing seems cohesive anymore. I am at work, it’s currently 5:07am and I have my head phones in blasting some music. I have taken Xanax twice this week which is something I usually never do. I…

I’m on meds because it’s what I’m *supposed* to do

I think the title says it all but honestly if it weren’t for the persistent urges from friends and family to go on meds or to go back on meds, I probably wouldn’t be on them. I think most mentally ill folks relate to this, especially those who are bipolar, either 1 or 2. Being…

Death and all their friends

Someone once wrote that there would be a time that we played outside for the last time and we didn’t know it would be our last time until years later we look outside our bedroom window and see the sandbox and see the teeter totter laying on its side, never to be played with again….