I have the freedom but not the luxury to…

Life...So many thoughts go through our heads as we ponder what our future may hold. So many of us are writing out loud, screaming our distress and labeling our terror. There's no place for indifference to hide anymore. If you're not enraged, then you're simply not paying attention. My truth - I aspire to write … Continue reading I have the freedom but not the luxury to… →

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 →