Mental Health: A Day in the Life

This is depression. This is anxiety. This is two consecutive days off anxiety attacks. This is suicidal ideation. This is my reality. This is what I can no longer hide. This is now, and always has been, my life.

Quiet Dreams: New Project

I have started a podcast, also named Quiet Dreams, that is available on Spotify. It is rather amateurish, having no background in audio recording or editing, but will serve as a companion to this blog. I will do the occasional reading of material already published here and new content, but there will also be companion... Continue Reading →

Quiet Dreams: “Are you okay?”

Trigger warning I was recently asked this question and received a shocked reaction to a short laugh and the reply "I am absolutely not okay." For over two years my mental health has deteriorated exponentially compared to the teetering it experienced beforehand. I have become ever more withdrawn from society in general and those close... Continue Reading →

Quiet Dreams: I Continue

I have written little for quite some time, having no mind for creativity. Try as I might, nothing is there to draw upon. Desire remains and my mind continues to prattle endlessly, however. There are two critical reasons why I write: I want to entertain and it serves to keep me alive. I am deeply... Continue Reading →

Mental Health: Almost a Human

A week or so ago I feel asleep without taking my meds and that night messed me up for several days. Strangely, though, I have since been able to focus better at work. Home? Not so much. There is still more than I can manage at work, but I am making progress. A tweet I... Continue Reading →

Poem: Daily

My feet are heavy Weighted and dragging Knees asking, begging For unlooked for relief The anchors on my feet Tugging on a line Connected to the heart Every footfall Thudding in my soul Weary, craving rest Yet none is offered No signs of respite Either near or far Shoulders sagging Pushed down by thoughts Too... Continue Reading →

Mental Health: By Just A Thread

Realistically, the title is an exaggeration.  Hanging by my fingertips and occasionally sliding down the cliff would be more accurate.  Perhaps even Sisyphean would be a better example.  I have been pushing through depression and stress for so long now that my mind feels as though it is being pushed through stone in a near... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: A New Life, A New Journey

She was young and thin, almost to the point of emaciation.  The welts had mostly subsided, but there was no position she could find that didn’t cause them to ache.  The principal had called again.  With six missed days in two weeks, she must have suspected something.  They never let her leave the house until... Continue Reading →

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