Depression is a sneaky bastard. It rudely invites itself inside, eats on your brain, and sucks the good parts of you through a crazy straw. It snarfs down your give-a-fuck like dessert. … More Face-Planting on the Broken Road
It is absolutely ridiculous I feel it necessary to validate my writing. If you believe I am not over the men (men ppppffffffffffftttttttttt) in my past relationships you are in the wrong place, darlin’. I started this blog because there are no groups to attend in my area, unless I want to pull a Marla … More You & Your Horse
A series of ex’s and the debacles, er, relationships which helped shape my deranged look on life. Chapter Two: The Ghost a.k.a. The Good Doctor a.k.a The One I Married (read Chapter One here) Part I My skin is persistently damp and permeated with the divine aromas of enchilada’s, smoky fajitas, tangy fresh limes, and salt. … More How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity II
I’ve been working on the next chapter of my How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity series…it sucks. Like painful kind of suck. Like, sucks the marrow from my fragile, rebuilt exoskeleton. I want to ditch the whole project. I don’t want to think about it. How I fucked up. How that man … More Tuesday Thoughts: Malleable Titanium Exoskeleton
A series of ex’s and the debacles, er, relationships which helped shape my deranged look on life. Chapter One: The Now I’ll Never Be a Teen Model! Boy(friend) In the oppressive and suffocating halls of high school my self-esteem took daily suicidal leaps. My girlfriends always had a boyfriend, or boys waiting for them, or … More How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity I
I have that air of confidence, that special stature of composure. A brilliant smile, assortment of cute shoes, a decent (albeit aging) rack. This is what it takes to get through the day. Someone is talking to me – say something witty, say something Tara-esque, say SOMETHING. Or don’t. Listen. It’s what I do best. … More Heels & Blades
She is dancing between panic and bliss. I’ve given her a guttural sick feeling. I have to, to remind her that the last man broke her. I hate him; HATE him for what he has done to her. He’s made her doubt everything good that comes out of a man’s mouth. He made her doubt … More I Am Tara’s Disenchanted Heart
**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 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
The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate
Battling the heartache and uncertainty of going no contact with a narcissistic mother.
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When my ass talks, people listen.
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Even at Your Darkest 