Interesting article on what happens if you survive your suicide attempt. http://www.upworthy.com/what-happens-if-you-try-to-kill-yourself-and-survive?c=ufb1 My residual effects are mere discomforts. Can’t take anything with acetaminophen, if I do I get to feel like my liver and kidneys are swollen and on fire. Effexor, which I have declared the devil in pill-form, gave me lovely pulsing/flashing lights in … More How Do You Keep Breathing?
As I read fellow bloggers posts last night (yup, my little blog is up little more than a week and I already count myself among you esteemed folks) “survivor” popped up quite a bit. “Survivor” blinks at me, asks me to look at it, asks me to slide its term into my brain, let it … More A Survivor & A Fighter
**Trigger Warning** I miss being numb. Ironic since I used to feel like a zombie. Zombies can’t love. Zombies only survive. When nasty feelings did get to my heart, I let them bleed out. Or drink to quiet the loud in my head. Or a lovely concoction of the two, depending on the depth of … More Being Numb and Other Post-Zombie Thoughts
I ignored my internal spiral down, ignored how I felt more disconnected with every day I woke up, and ignored how I seemed to feel only three things; hate, love, and nothing. I gradually drank more so I could pretend to be human. A little wine helped the walls come down. His skin against mine … More Monsters Don’t Lie
I’m the crazy one. I’m the one who punched him in his face then jumped out of a moving vehicle to get away from him screaming at me. I’m the crazy one who kneed him in the balls because he put his hands around my throat and pinned me against the bathroom door. I’m the … More I’m the Crazy One
Hello Friends, In the spirit of full disclosure I have added a link to a short memoir I wrote, Still Breathing. Read it to catch a glimpse of my crazy. Read it so you know you can say anything to me. Well…don’t be mean. Mean people steal your shine and that is just not cool. … More Good Morning!
I want to share honest, beautiful, uncomfortable, witty, sarcastic, strong, embarrassing, melancholy, bare-your-soul words to lead you out of the dark. I want you to share the same with me. I want the sun to shine on mental illness and expose it in all of its dirty glory, set it on fire if need be. … More Welcome
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Battling the heartache and uncertainty of going no contact with a narcissistic mother.
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