The poison in the cure

I write. I'm a writer I live. I'm alive I hurt. I'm always in pain My childhood was forged in chronic pain or the promise of it given my genetic condition and resulting disability. I don't experience emotions enough and I definitely don't share enough with the people I love. I'm afraid they'll love me … Continue reading The poison in the cure →

Missing memories

There are parts of my mind that are misfiring...even more, there are large chunks of my memory that are missing. So I can't even fully provide the details that would support a legal case. I'm not well enough to be adequately prepared. I'm not able to organize well enough to get the evidence together. I've … Continue reading Missing memories →

Sorry

Sorry I couldn't write. I don't even journal as often as I should, now I don't have back up pieces to make up for the missing weeks. I had another breakdown...lost my vision again. And this time there was no one around me to help. I was alone, so alone. [Inserted edit - that's actually … Continue reading Sorry →