“I’m up here, I’m looking at the way down there. And, I’m staring through the ‘I don’t care,’ it’s staring back at me. The beauty is I’m learning how to face my beast, starting now to find some peace, and set myself free. Today, I don’t have to fall apart. I don’t have to be…… Continue reading Perspective + Time
Category: self care
Sight
So, yesterday was difficult but I got through it. What happened? Recently, I have been reading even more than usual about empaths and what it means to be an empath. My last therapist introduced the subject to me because as I have mentioned previously, he had quite the read on me. I will not saddle…… Continue reading Sight
Memories While Asleep
“Come and be as cool as you can be.” “Your love for me is everything.” I have spoken about this new phenomenon involving dreams. For several months now, I dream vividly each night and remember each dream. The nightly total typically ranges between three to six. Luckily, there have been few upsetting episodes and even…… Continue reading Memories While Asleep
Awaken
It is Tuesday morning and I am still here. Even to an individual with quite the imagination, I am still clinging to the reeds. I want to talk about the power of thought. I want to talk about the ways minutes and hours can change. I want to talk about possible dismissal. So, our minds…… Continue reading Awaken
Diagnosis
I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type and agoraphobia. My earliest memories were from adolescence. I saw the ground move up and down and a door open and close. However, my experiences with psychosis existed long before. I too sat alone and pondered how the world worked, how it related to me and when…… Continue reading Diagnosis
Dream A Little Dream of Me
“Well, it took some time cause it’s a lot, God, it’s a bunch, it’s such a big, old, black golden buzz.” The cognitive gusts have been tirelessly attempting to outdo themselves lately. For two consecutive sessions after asking me to use my time to research psychosis, my therapist and I discussed the topic, connecting the…… Continue reading Dream A Little Dream of Me
The Trail
“Forgiveness, can you imagine?” He walks the length of the muddied trail…a trail of dewy bark, lively leaves spreading their aim, shame and torment. The trail, he felt, provided the lone connection to renewal. Time swept stones missing so much of their luster, begging for a return, a purpose. The wind’s song battles foundations. He…… Continue reading The Trail
Coconut Heels 