"Never let anyone treat you like a yellow starburst. You are a Pink Starburst.”
When you're depressed, You're missing out. Life doesn't stop. Death doesn't stop. Cancer doesn't stop. Yet, your demeanor Dwindles to a speck Of what used to be-- Your smile. Your guile. Your wit. Your grip-- Of what matters Outside of yourself-- Diminishes. There is no spark, Unless accompanied By booze, Or pills, Or pot. Your... Continue Reading →
We are given so much, a crutch we take advantage of. And rarely consider, one day our chance will be completely up. We fight when we should embrace, face to facing our fates. And place blame where kisses could erase frivolous debates.
Like the one My dad stuffed With his gun, That time I thought... Like the one I found his stash Of stems and seeds, The last sack he bought. Like the one That sits in my office, Fifteen years later, Visitors sit in that chair. * Like the one My sister bought She brought it... Continue Reading →
It's back I have the flame To prove it. It burns The skin, Unthinkably Torching The unfeeling The undead. I picked a flower Simultaneously Throwing it Back down To the ground. Unnecessary Spoils Of war.
I went out last night with a couple friends for karaoke and a few drinks. After picking up the crew, I decided to partake in a 300ml brownie to take my mind off the shit life I've seemed to find myself in... I WAS sober for 2 weeksThe entire night and my choices were a... Continue Reading →
I cried all night And into the morning. I woke up late And into reality. Puffy eyes mean Double the eyeliner. Puffy eyes mean Today's tears come easy. Too easy at work Too easy in the mirror Too easy with side hugs Too easy like this storm. And it feels like hail.
My stomach is telling me that I'm hungry, but at my pill pusher appointment today my weight was down 10 pounds. He also increased my Zoloft 50% because of the depression. It's not that I'm trying to lose weight, but it was nice that I didn't have to do any work. Waste not, want not:... Continue Reading →
When was the last time I pondered my physical comfort in regards to my mental state? NeverCan you ever be clear-headed when depression and anxiety transcend and gyrate? DoubtfulIt seems, these tingles--the pins and needles are a substrate, commingling with my nerves. MenacingWaking, just to ponder the discomforting sweats, days after my last drops were... Continue Reading →
I hope. Because hope is all I have left. Nothing solidified. Constantly waning through Overdrawn accounts Undervalued character Overused emotions Underused meds Overwhelming doubt Underwhelming encounters Overzealous opinions Underdeveloped romance. Here's to hoping.
Through Those eyes A string Pulls Jerks Tempts And fascinates My dreams. Tugging At My Demons, To Leave. But the Needle Has traveled Through My nervous System Like "Ice and Sugar dust." Woven So Deep Wrapped Around My heart Too neat. A Tapestry Of Thread, Ultimately Pricking Through Each Lobe Of My Jaded Brain, Slipping... Continue Reading →
Followed by 36 hours in bed. Or 40 something hours... I just woke up and don't feel like doing the math. I'm exhausted I need a shower and a pack of smokes. *** Insert Shower *** Roll another smoke from my pouch of Bugler. *** I'm tired of making poor choices but they always seem... Continue Reading →
Cancer found it's first chance to cinch it's claws deep in my chest. No courtesy. Only consequence and cantankerous chemical combinations. Cigarettes and contrived cassonade cause cancer. Cindy consumes and collects these cancerous creations in her company--constantly. Cindy created my chance to comprehend constellations. Calling her Cindy is off-color. I am her child. She is... Continue Reading →
A few nights back I did something I never thought I had in me... I stabbed the Sheetrock with a pair of scissors, out of general, full blown, tear-filled... RAGE. My response was first shock, at my ability to do something so unlike me... secondly, I chose a different tool, a 14 inch paint brush,... Continue Reading →
Last night I drank. Facebook traffic was high. My Snapchat score increased. I drunk text a man. *Insert involuntary giggle* This morning I woke up. I re-read my posts, Social and blog comments, I deleted a few, Out of embarrassment. No one needs to hear every, Single Solitary Selective Section Of my Soul.
Because... I'm alone I drink because I'm sad. Because no one cares To know me, Anymore. Once so brilliant. Vivacious and open. I'm, at most, Just some girl.
My mother has cancer. I don't get paid to work. My mother funds me. My habits lack respect * Why would you neglect that which nourishes you? * My mother has cancer I'm interviewing for jobs My mother has a tumor behind her eye My depression tries to care. * Why the fuck does she... Continue Reading →
It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I found that I can't. And if purple is the color for lovers, Why do I despise it so? I barely know myself. My potential is dying. I'm only good at Crying Smoking Lying-- to myself, Enemy Number One.
With your stolen pants. With your sideways glance With your resting bitch face Such a silly fucking girl-- With your thick eye liner With your unhealed shiner With your need for personal space Such a silly fucking girl-- With your sad blue eyes With your evening cries With your busted, breaking, broken heart. Such as... Continue Reading →
I'm learning to love myself again, again. Again. But it's doubtful I'll ever be comfortable in my own skin. Confusion Is insurmountable, because I have been adored at times Ultimately, I'll slip back into my unprecedented confines. Intimately, Acknowledging every inadequate body and smile line.. It's asinine.
Because otherwise... It's just me.
I don't require men telling me How nice my blue dress looks It's still blue I'm still blue. I'm so fucking over it all. She hates me. He barely likes me. Fuck... I barely like me. So it goes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pE8mWOgMpP8 I haven't figured out what love is. Have you? I doubt I am a sociopath, so that's not My delay. What's yours? I mean, I love this song, But it doesn't love me back. A man loves this song, and If it reminds him, of me-- What does that mean? I don't even... Continue Reading →
We both medicate to get through the day. But I don't feel his, fully. Might he diminish mine, early? We both shut down in our own way. But our times are off And it is so early on. How do we traverse these waves? The ebb and flow pulsates, picks up and vibrates my soul,... Continue Reading →
But I was asking, When I put on the first coat of red nail polish. I was asking, For something different, something adventurous in our minds. I put the second coat on and didn't bother with a top coat. Is this where I went wrong? At 33, you'd think I'd be prepared... I'm terrible at... Continue Reading →
I don't know if it's cowardice or just my anxiety, but I've already dealt with too many insights today. Looking forward to comment in the morning with my coffee. Love you all. 🖤
If I ceased to exist, how would you know? As you've noticed, I have these bouts of silence when I'm not proud of myself, but content in just getting by with a lackadaisical existence. To think, this time last year, you, my readers were my best friends--my lifeline--I've told you this. My Crocodile tears Fall... Continue Reading →
The depressed and anxious heart gets crushed by the depressed and anxious mind.
I feel outside of the atmosphereWhen you are near.Struggling with my intensityI transit to you.And the stars shine in watercolorsOutside of your windows.Where is my oxygen mask? I can'tBreathe, through this attack--Attachment.
I met him because of the internet. Our proximity had something to do with it. Social media lets me fall in love with tiny bits of his life-- his days, his memories. We don't really have much, yet. Though both our days include medicating-- that's new. In person his demeanor is subtle, yet so striking,... Continue Reading →
Acting as I do. Reacting at a slower Pace Than I do. Infuriating, But I hope it's Worth it.
Sitting down at 10pm. Today is still yesterday. The depressed and anxious Mind erases the colored pencil Lines designed by the heart.
Three glasses of cab, at the bar-Inadvertently, And that was just Monday.... just twenty-four hours ago, Those hours spent swallowing, now--Tuesday. Sleepless at best; without wine; enduring-Lacking. Suspense, still, soon.... Today will be Yesterday Tomorrow, the past. Everyday, making mistakes.
But I'm not sure who I am anymore. Am I really this unfeeling? Or is it just an act? Self preservation? Evolution? Regurgitation? Indignation? Subjugation? In summation--I..., I guess I care Not. Not to ponder. Not to react--add, Or subtract. If it's blatantly Stabbing me, I am too numb Or tired Or intoxicated To feel... Continue Reading →
Or I guess I should say, "here I am." I wrote Black Nail Polish on January 10th, 2018. It was my very first blog post and it felt so unbelievable to be honest and uncensored. Tomorrow, being a year later(today for some of you), I feel a bit of nostalgia... but not much, as the... Continue Reading →
I've always been "the nice girl". That's how people from primary and secondary school describe me, on those random occasions when my social anxiety barely allows me to understand their words. I'm definitely not the same girl; not that they'll ever find that out. In my online dating profile on Tinder, I describe myself as... Continue Reading →
I love you!
And it screams at me. "You're not winning." "You're not willing." "You're not fruitful." Yet I bleed I cry I indulge I'll die Like you. While you... Continue to judge me.
They hate my moments of happiness. Disregarding this Depression. * I can't blame their pressurizing hate Literally can't. Ignorance. * Judgement I'll save it for them. I'll be content, better, in the end.
Haha! But oddly, no more Dollars short In juxtaposition With the rest. Hours late. Minutes crumbling Under the weight Of missing serotonin. Bleh. Blatant. Indignation. Past life With Present life. Hypocritical At best.
And I know I'll still be Exhausted In the morning. * Goodnight
And it has been over 2 months since my last rambles, but I think I'm ready to talk again. Time is just a number we juxtapose with others. My pill pusher upped my Zoloft to 100mg; Buspar down to 15mg; my Xanax intake is down 30% since I last wrote. That familiar old numb feeling.... Continue Reading →
Was my last post. Still broken. And wallowing. And aching.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... Enough money within her control to move out... And rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to... Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to See Her in an hour... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... A youth... Continue Reading →
Getting back on my full medication regimen today. It's been weeks since my doses have been taken as prescribed. I guess I hope I imagine... Things will get better.
Arrived at the hospital, 1a.m. My ex fiancé's twin brother. He fell. Fractured his skull in 2 places. Bleeding on the brain. Spinal fluid leaking from his ear. • I'm here. His twin. Is Nowhere In sight. • Some things never change.
It has been a while since I lost my insurance. It has been a while since I felt emotions. Tomorrow I will struggle to get the cash for my pill pusher appointment and the coinciding medications. Tomorrow I will get back on the regimen I had before the lapse in stability. Today I have poured... Continue Reading →
I'm late, 28 minutes as I write this sentence. I've had 2 cups of coffee, My makeup is half done I haven't worn my glasses Since I was last blasted By the depression. Happy Monday...
It's breathing right now. I just picked her up. Garage sale money. • I'm breathing right now. Earlier, life attacked. Weekend bender. • I'm heaving life around Like I'm drowning. Mental Inadequacies. • I'm leaving, letdown By my decline. My serotonin inhibitors. • I'm grieving, system shutdown An emotional imp. A tragic liar. • I'm... Continue Reading →
The following is a Note I posted to Facebook. It seems some outlooks never fully get away from us. (Note, I have not read through this yet. And have not made any changes to the original note.) Lackluster Beauty. August 9, 2010 at 2:13 PM Beauty is easily found in everthing a person comes in... Continue Reading →
I'm fully disappointed in myself. Because I don't feel or care. Everything is lackluster and. My life seems so bare. • I went to the bar by myself. Like I do Thursday through. Saturday--Sometimes Sunday. I drink through foggy hues. • We sip whiskey, my friends and myself. I chain smoke and waste my body.... Continue Reading →
But I didn't. I let it slip my mind And now I am Powerless. • Attack Attack Attack • But I didn't I got home late--early? For today: 2pm is 8am. Abstractness. • But I didn't So I chew up a Xanax, Now, 5pm is 11am-- Affectlessness. • Attack Attack Attack • But I didn't.... Continue Reading →
Taken my meds... Hours ago.
I fell in love with my tattoos again, in this new life I've subscribed to. And now it's summer so I get to wear cute off the shoulder shirts that show them off. The nautical stars on each of my shoulders are what remains of my earliest years after high school, my first three years... Continue Reading →
The Depressed and anxious mind cares not if the bed is made.
I'm not sure if it was Easier But I think it was Better I think I was so Much more.
And it's really weird. All I get is irritated Or Satirically exhilarated. Leaving my date To surmise my mind Must be extremely aggravated At him or his existence. But it's all just numbing The monotony of this file Of depression I've succumbed to.
I figured it would happen eventually. A man my age showed up out of nowhere. He has a great smile and believe it or not, after 3 weeks, he has yet to say anything asinine or disrespectful. Crazy, right!? He still doesn't know my feelings are M.I.A., that should be an interesting conversation. We'll leave... Continue Reading →
My insurance is no longer active and I called to refill my prescription on Thursday. My pill-pusher won't see me without an appointment--I cannot afford therapy without insurance. Isn't life grand? When in a drought, you might die of thirst. Without Xanax I'm fine, I guess. After 5 years of panxiety attacks, I've learned that... Continue Reading →
The sheer thought of a universe-- Crashes down on my shoulders Like a large body on an old mattress. It's flows, forgetting to ebb And steals away my breath Continuous waves, crippling my neck. Because in that universe is a diversity-- Burrowing into our perceptions of why We are here, it scares me: My fractured... Continue Reading →
At the very least, he was a month late. Over a month late after 2 weeks of profound avoidance and unanswered questions, texts... He would walk away when I would try to speak to him at our regular bar--which we both continue to use. So, yes, I had to give up on the extremely short... Continue Reading →
Don't worry, She's safe: That girl inside of me. I hurry, But she'll Be there to slow me. She needed A break From my muffled surroundings. I needed A break From her feeling shenanigans. She's tough And so am I I feel it in our inconsistencies I feel That I'll feel In time, with full... Continue Reading →
I don't need someone to complete me; I'm not complete myself. So get off my frakking back.
The depressed and anxious mind stole my emotions. Or was it the meds?
And the Panxiety attacks like to show up when I'm running late and only halfway through applying the first coat of nail polish. Your hands begin to shake as your vision blurs. You pray to hold steady long enough to get the full first coat completed. There is always a waiting period. There are always... Continue Reading →
I'm still not collecting Or connecting Emotions or attachments This week. *• I told my best friend "I would die so you Could live," last week. She has a son. *• I only have a few Degrees and some Ramblings With my name in script. *• I've killed 5 months of progress In less than... Continue Reading →
The depressed and anxious body fights the mind and the heart and the arms, legs, feet, brain, lungs, lips, eyes, liver, shoulders, neck, nerves, ankles(at least mine; damn sciatic nerve), calves, thighs, fingers and toes. Because that is what a chemical imbalance does.
Receiving Correction https://soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/05/29/receiving-correction/ — Read on soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/05/29/receiving-correction/
I still haven't made my bed, none of the pillows have cases, the sheets are tossed about on the floor, at the foot of the bed., and the comforter acts more like a body pillow than a cover. Rain, hail and tornados are roaming the flat space that is Kansas this evening. One of my... Continue Reading →
My nail polish reserves are depleting. My finances have been melancholic for months. I am down to new bottles of pink and white; the black and red are more than half-empty: Congealed Combative De-Constructive Corrupted Congested Counterproductive White is in opposition of its meaning, to me. White is grotesque and everything but purity, innocence, sterility....... Continue Reading →
He would have been 61 He has been gone for 14 years 4 months And 11 days. I was 17 The last time I wished him Happy Birthday In person. Today I'll pick up A can of his chew. I'll take a dip of Skoal Wintergreen Long cut I'll let the shards Cut Into my... Continue Reading →
I woke up at 8am and leisurely made my first cup of coffee. I took my coffee out to the garage, let the dogs out and lit my second cigarette of the day. I'd woke up at 5, a few hours earlier and opened a fresh pack before heading back to my unmade bed (my... Continue Reading →
The depressed and anxious mind condemns the chemical imbalance as the body performs its continuous combative criticisms.
It never felt quite so real until I found out I was "clinically depressed" and it completely makes sense. The first bout lasted for the final eight months of 2017, but this one is different. For four weeks, I've been numb. I drink on the weekends and make people laugh at the bar. I forget... Continue Reading →
I'm hard I'm callous I'm jaded And I could care less. I think. I comprehend I nightmare But nothing brings me stress. I'm here I'm aware I'm not scared But I'm full of brokenness And I could really f**king care less.
I've had a few bad days, three weeks to be exact. I use the NBA Playoffs as an excuse--I dash down to the bar, ingest whiskey neat, by the double. I've found myself running into troubles but it has no effect on me. What affects me is the imbalance of serotonin, or Zoloft, or this... Continue Reading →
I'm not so sure how "strong" I have been the last fourteen days, but my nails have not been black. All fingers and toes in Rhapsody Red. I don't hate it anymore--it's growing on me. Red is thought to symbolize a variety of things: A gnat just landed on my screen, I smashed it, involuntarily... Continue Reading →
🖤🖤🖤🖤 An Ode to a Black Rose. • Permanence Is beautiful And horrifying And Stagnant • Anarchist At best And worst; Always Aflame • Abnormal Modified Collaborating To Conspire • Permanence Is Self-Deprecating And Convivial; My Black Rose. 🖤🖤🖤🖤 I think 4 months of black Nail Polish was necessary and productive but lacking progression. The... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day Is broken-- Fast approaching Can't see my kids I broke The engagement: No step-children No mortgage No home Not a mom I'm childless • I've been working. Forty hours a week For free. For months now. I'm broke I broke My life Somehow I've broken My sobriety I'm breaking My own rules And... Continue Reading →
🎼I have no insides. 🎼 No worries I'm not exploring my fate. I'm dissolved In cynicism and hate. 🎼Thank God for the music.🎼 I'm aggressive In my mind and open mouth. No bothers I'm numb to their failing shouts. 🎼No thoughts, no prayers can bring back what's no longer there.🎼 No thoughts Can regroup my... Continue Reading →
Today, I hate too much. It sucks. I can't eat a bite without Spitting it back out. I had 3 pieces of sushi On Saturday. A bite of a cookie Yesterday. 3 shots of whiskey Maybe it was 5... 2 shots of tequila 6 or 10 or 15 beers 6 glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon Over... Continue Reading →
So of course my readers will know what today is. Last year it was on a Monday. I've been blessed with this Sunday to focus, once again on me--my thoughts. I researched the date: 1992 Deadly riots erupt in Los Angeles 53 people died in the riots, which started after the acquittal of the 4... Continue Reading →
I need help from all of you. Not for me only but for everyone who is dealing with a mental health problem.
Friends, in our part of world mental health problems are still something we feel too ashamed to talk about.
Either they are misunderstood as some sort of witchcraft or the person is conviniently labeled a psycho and abandoned, mostly emotionaly.
A loved one of mine is living with serious disorders.
I have no strenght and adequate knowlege (as i haven’t seen it myself yet) to write about it, i will hold back my own stream of words for a while until i know what i am talking about.
But i want to raise awareness on the subject as this is consuming our lives and pretty much this era.
People don’t even care about it until unless it doesn’t happen to a person very close or them and then…
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An Anniversary-- The Anniversary A Culmination Of nearly a Decade Absorbed and Gone by. Tomorrow creeps Shrinks and completes My middle journey My epiphany From His entanglement. I am stronger now But also more jaded And fragmented Than ever. He had a bad knee And today, out of nowhere I experience Physical Empath-- My knee... Continue Reading →
But after 30 days of planning I'm not. I'm sitting alone, listening to Atlas. You're there Seeing our concert alone. 🎼How do we make this heartbeat on and on?🎼 I'm here Continually thinking "what if?" What If-- I were there? Would we smile? Would we hug? Would we plunge Into the depths of life together?... Continue Reading →
Believe it or not, I WAS NOMINATED FOR THE MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD! Kate over at The Colour of Madness nominated me for the award and I am so happy to have her in my WordPress community. I find a solidarity with her each time I read a new blog post she has written. We are... Continue Reading →
A Response to So I Guess you don't Oscillate For Me Anymore: But how? Why? Out of nowhere! And everywhere. And heat rises. Until it Plateaus With Mid-summer Excess. Heightened beats Sweaty extents. Mind-numbing Acquiescence! I can Sense Future regrets, Transgressions. Sadness. Loss. Love.
He left a voicemail. From 1,204.5 miles away. It was only seven seconds long: "I love you too. Night." Drunk Dialed. Doesn't count.
I've been awake for 3 hours and my head continues to pound. 75mg Zoloft Final sugar pill of my birth control 15mg Buspar 1 Xanax 30 minutes later 20 minutes ago, 4 Cherry Flavored chewable aspirin. 10 minutes ago, Two 200mg Ibuprofen. I forgot the bottle of ibuprofen had been moved, I wouldn't have even... Continue Reading →
11 days to go. • I've been planning a trip to Philadelphia, PA for the past month to visit a friend I haven't seen in 8 years. To spend a weekend with Him. My plan was to leave for Philly on the 26th, and head back home on the 29th. 11 days from today. I... Continue Reading →
We were engaged for 4 years and were together for 7... On April 29th, 13 days from today, I will have left the home I bought with my ex and three step-children for an entire year. Like February 14th, the day he proposed (and changed the meaning of Valentines Day, forever), I don't see myself... Continue Reading →
When March Madness began, I decided I wanted to get back out in the social world--which ultimately meant visiting bars once again. I cannot say it is the best way to get back out into the world, but I have also visited art museums, frequently gone to dinner with my mom and friends, as well... Continue Reading →
My brain. My heart. My body. In complete and utter exhaustion. I called my pill pusher to see if I could up my Zoloft by 25mg. He concurred. 75mg down the hatch. The attacks have commenced On a daily basis--without bias. My chest feels compressed And predominately over stressed. Stomach aches. Back aches. Heart aches--... Continue Reading →
I far surpassed my twenty-four hours without Xanax Again. But now I am insomniatic to an exponential Extent. I can't get all the pressures off my character's chest Again. It's a revolving door of inadequacy--I can't Prevent. I've been impaled with all consuming transgressions that Assume I won't be able to weather the demonic despair... Continue Reading →
The polish on my fingers started chipping on the tips again, yesterday. I meant to spend some time removing the polish, with actual nail polish remover but the evening got away from me. This morning in the shower, the raised edges of polish disrupted the ease of my finger through my hair as I washed... Continue Reading →
What it’s Like to Have a Panic Attack While Driving – A Poem http://jamesedgarskye.com/2018/03/31/what-its-like-to-have-a-panic-attack-while-driving-a-poem/ — Read on jamesedgarskye.com/2018/03/31/what-its-like-to-have-a-panic-attack-while-driving-a-poem/ The Bipolar Writer has been an inspiration to me over the past few months. This piece spoke to me and perfectly states how my driving anxiety presents itself. Please, give his phenomenal blog a gander. ❤️❤️
Life. It's funny. Thursday I experienced 24 hours of depression, sparked by a poor playlist selection, titled "Emotions 2018". 24 hours later, I played a mix inspired by AJR, which also includes The Wrecks, Dreamers, Twenty-One Pilots, Finish Ticket, The Score, Coin and The Unicorns. It worked. Music is for the soul. Your likes are... Continue Reading →
Morning meds... Check. Plenty of water... Check. Took a full Xanax, 20 minutes ago... Check. But... Attack! Attack. Attack. A neck shaking, feet quaking Attack. Attack. Attack. "Beautiful Koshi Bell's Meditation" Check. Breathe in through your nose, 1,2,3,4 Breathe out through your mouth, as if blowing through a straw, 1,2,3,4,5 F***!!!!!!!! Attack. Attack. Attack. Panic,... Continue Reading →
I used to give him haircuts. At the end he would get pushy With whiskey in his blood: "Can you please cut my hair tonight!?" * Because all I had done that day Was run a business, Pick up and interact with my step-children Prior to making them dinner. * But he was ancy with liquor And,... Continue Reading →
It's a well known fact to me. I am not right for anyone. There are too many faults in my stars. There are too many discrepancies. There is no "to the moon and back" When deficiencies are all encompassing. * I feel terrible for anyone who thinks They have fallen in love with me. Because... Continue Reading →
Somedays, my eyes are a super deep blue. Other days, this abominable green Takes the reins. Ugh. I wish it were just my eyes. "Wish in one hand...." (If you don't know the rest of the saying, just ask.) I follow a fellow blogger on Twitter. She's got quite the fun, eclectic mentality I had... Continue Reading →
It's such a weird itch-- I continue to scratch. And like after like Follow after follow I smile and retract My previous conditions. Selfies ensue. Four varying Personalities: Facebook: Frenemies. Instagram: Desperately. Twitter: Politically. WordPress...? Understandably. Now I have social media anxiety.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY0h906bu9w&list=PLOIxgRVG9IRa6bXoALuZFj_MAacriUrd6 For the past two days, I have engrossed myself in the songs of these beautiful ladies. Loftän is an upcoming German/American band who has stolen my heart and my brainwaves. When I connect with music, it somehow becomes ingrained in my soul. Undercover girl opens with a line which automatically hit my feelers: She took... Continue Reading →
I'm not sure what happened. So now I've found depression. Filtered by consumption. Without decompression. * Now my head pounds with ferocity. My heart confounded by monotony. My pride has no continuity. And damn you! unbeatable vanity. * But at least it's not numb. Because now in my glum-- State, I consciously succumb To reality's... Continue Reading →
I'm listening to him snore. Tonight, It's 12am and he fell asleep With his earbuds in The mouthpiece likely Sits near his neck. The vibration of his breathing is Intoxicating Supplementary. Because there is something lacking As I lean on his breath. But how can it be lacking If it's never been there?
http://www.youtube.com/watch SNL Skit Oh my goodness! March Madness and SNL skits on anxiety to go with it?!?! Had to share. Love feeling a bit more commercialized as a "normal". So, I feel like this is an outrageous skit... but I LOVE it! And it may be solely to the fact I've only dealt with my... Continue Reading →
Changed and Empowered https://soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/16/changed-and-empowered/ — Read on soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/16/changed-and-empowered/ I truly love these daily SOAPS by Leon!!! Heaven sent.
March Madness is the only time of year when the madness around me far surpasses my own— Happy Madness to all! via My March Madness Fact
I was never sure what would come from starting a blog. I reached out to an audience at one of the lowest points in my life and never expected, that two months into it, 101 of you would care to read or like a single word I had to say, much less follow me! ❤️... Continue Reading →
The heat wanes But not due to Incompatibility. I've been burned Too many times-- Permanently marred. I can't sink Into oblivion Anymore. Unless it's compatible With my habits-- My needs. My desires are few But imperative-- And mine. The heart wants What the heart Needs.
God at Work! https://soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/god-at-work-3/ — Read on soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/god-at-work-3/
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Wow, Zoloft--is that you? Or is it my newfound lease On life? * Things are getting brighter. Depression wanes and I'm happy. * With one additional pill The Xanax no longer has the Stronghold. * I'm happier without marijuana Which I never expected-- Natural highs. * I had little faith that my brain-- That my... Continue Reading →
Fifteen minutes prior to leaving for my Talk Therapy appointment, yesterday, I felt an attack coming on--so i took half of a Xanax. On my drive to her office, my heart beat increased and I took the other half. Typically, I would have taken another half around 9pm, to curb the tensions my mind had... Continue Reading →
Off the bat, I'll say: I'm VERY comfortable with my therapist. I didn't cry with my pill pusher, yesterday. That's a first, I hate talking about my anxiety, just to have more pills shoved down my throat. But that's my current life status. We started on mindfulness today. After the first attempt, I gave 3... Continue Reading →
Current medication regimen: 15mg Buspar, 3 times a day. 50 mg Zoloft, in the morning. .5mg Xanax, 1-2 times daily, as needed. This time last year, I was on 10mg of Paxil, once a day, after weaning myself down from 40mg. Then, yada yada, withdrawal... depression... panic attacks increased... sleep paralysis. So, tomorrow, I will... Continue Reading →
Every time. I pull up to my Therapist's office, there seems to be a young girl, waiting to shoot a smile in my direction. I think of her future and mine. I think of the reasons behind our smiles. I think of my age, 32--her's, likely, merely 12. She smiles; I smile back. But I... Continue Reading →
After more Than a year. I felt lips-- Again. * Today, It doesn't Feel Right-- Again. * My team Was defeated And I lost-- Again. * I said: I Vow To Live, Again. * It is Not Living If it is with Those Lips.
It ends in Victory! https://soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/01/it-ends-in-victory/ — Read on soapsbyleon.wordpress.com/2018/03/01/it-ends-in-victory/
Culture Comes to Kansas for a Lady https://peeingonmute.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/culture-comes-to-kansas-for-a-lady/ — Read on peeingonmute.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/culture-comes-to-kansas-for-a-lady/
Thank you Jeazele, for this lovely poem! It directly describes my current conundrum with loving. I am jaded--I love to love--but I am dedicated to myself. Hopeful that one day, a soulmate will find me with an open heart. But Then I Met You https://ascerblog.xyz/2018/03/02/but-then-i-met-you/ — Read on ascerblog.xyz/2018/03/02/but-then-i-met-you/
Today I contacted my Alma Mater in regards to getting a second Master's Degree in Public Administration. Apparently: I have a profound desire to make the world(my community) a better place; I love intellectual stimulation; I NEED to get out of KS; I refuse to teach HS English with my first Graduate Degree; I refuse... Continue Reading →
The depressed and anxious mind gets weary. I am not only my anxiety. I am not only my depression. I am not only my early-onset OCD. I am not only my ED--if it's there. I was once "dirka squirrel". Please don't take offense, I used to be a belligerent stoner without rules or regulations. I... Continue Reading →
Depression who? I mean, look at that landscape! Below the skyline, you can see the lights of Colorado Springs, right before sunset. It was a frigid 19 degrees with the wind in my face, thousands of feet above sea level. But it wasn't only the wind which took my breath away. Transcendence. I vow to... Continue Reading →
I did not cry in her office today. I smiled and laughed and cursed. Trust and tiny pieces of happiness.
I breathed in And out The Denver air With rigorous voracity. * It put my mind At ease with Past Present Future. * Life became whole Again In this reckless Brain, of mine. * Tomorrow I Will Spring With temperament And a new Found love. * For breathing.
So, I'm not going to lie--yesterday I took twice my prescribed dose of Xanax. But I also voyaged on my first solo road trip.... Ever! At 32 years old! I drove 9 hours West of home and with the grace of God, I made it to my destination in one piece. Today, I am looking... Continue Reading →
Was worse than my first. No longer just an inability to move-- It brought a stranger to the mix. A dream-mere state of angst. A hooded man in my room. I reached for his help Nonetheless. Sleep Paralysis.
I don't know why, But I drank last night. On a Tuesday. I filled a beer glass With red wine. Three time. * Three times I chased An amber shot Of Whiskey With wine. * I can't wrap My head around The act Or the reason. But it happened. And I hate the reason-- Why?
This isn't working. Last night I gnawed the gold polish from my nails. There were surely ten layers of a fake mentality, working against me. I thought gold could change things. But even potential wanes, like the ebb and flow of surrounding waters. I thought red might still suit me like it did back then--but... Continue Reading →
I’m Just a Girl: Shall We Get Political? https://peeingonmute.wordpress.com/2018/02/20/im-just-a-girl-shall-we-get-political/ — Read on peeingonmute.wordpress.com/2018/02/20/im-just-a-girl-shall-we-get-political/
Per suggestions of a close friend, I recently fell into a rabbit hole of stand up comedy acts, on Netflix. I initially wanted to make this a post in my "Divorced but Never Married" series--but in speaking with this friend, I realized I am utterly over drudging on the past transgressions which my ex-fiance inflicted... Continue Reading →
So there is vino In my veins. There is moonlight In my shame-- Which bewilders My counterclaim. * So I may be weak But utterly cognizant Of my aim. To regain My flaming Confidence. * And I take steps. I break frets. I steal nets Which catch me In my own depths. * Of self-righteousness--... Continue Reading →
My vulnerabilities Aren't stronger Than my character-- Anymore. * So last night I did. Last night I danced--I sang. I'm 32, but danced Like I was 21. * I locked eyes With masculine strangers-- They'd inch closer, Hand on hip--but no. Not yet. * I vow to indulge But not be consumed. Because it was... Continue Reading →
What a week!!! This is sure to be a long post, brimming with depression, anxiety, therapy, strength, epiphanies, and maybe even a little pleasure. I may leave that last one lacking in concrete details, but allusions will be made, take them as you wish. Two months ago, on my birthday, I received a Facebook PM... Continue Reading →
Four years ago he asked me to marry him; I said yes and we played adult board games for the remainder of that Valentines Day. I think I'm going to sell the engagement ring. I'm going to sell the pearl necklace, because it's a white pearl. My heart is suited to Tahitian Pearls. There was... Continue Reading →
I drank last night. I smoked last night. Yesterday I told him I was falling. I gotta stay high all the time To keep you off my mind I am falling But I can't And I won't Because today is about me. Trying to forget you babe I fall back down My sobs are inconsolable Because... Continue Reading →
There were strangers in my head last night. For the few hours of drifting into sleep-- There were strangers in my house last night. But they weren't actually there--there. Dozens filled the small room around my bed. I fought my way out of that stranger filled room And found my mother, out of place. She was... Continue Reading →
Mixed with Irrational dreams: Hallucinatory And as shackling, As sleep paralysis. Apparently, The anxiety The depression The self-induced Inferiority Required a new friend. So today, I will NOT Be suitable For human interaction. I will close My office door. I will scowl At intruders. I will double My coffee intake. I will not return Calls... Continue Reading →
I'm used to the burden Regardless of my Waning strengths, I will bandage Your paper cuts-- While a major artery Flows with fury From my body. Because you mean Everything or Something. But definitely Not nothing.
I started peeling away the black nail polish at 1:30 this morning, with the voracity of a prepubescent boy entertaining his first hard on. It was as involuntary as my sobbing over the past eight months. For the past 30 days, I piled layer upon layer of the thick, black goop on my nails; It was... Continue Reading →
I rummage for Empty space On country roads. And vociferate New melodies. And-- "I-I-I-I-I can't stop." Reveling on Involuntary sobs, Insurmountable distance, Unconquerable regrets. I've missed 100 percent of the shots I didn't take. So these ducts Well over With unease. And the music Plays on Repeat. "I-I-I-I-I can't stop"
It's followed me For fifteen years. Around every corner of depression and elation-- Agitation. A green, blueprint to So many bad Selections. Fabricating a dark Chasam In my cognitive Suggestions. My longest Relationship-- A soul-destroying Anthology Of numbing Concentration. So today-- I give you up. For clarity. For brighter Moments. For better Tomorrows.
Halsey 100 Letters https://youtu.be/cpiNnRa_TcE
For the final four months of my seven year relationship, I slept on the couch, a papasan mattress and ultimately a Queen mattress on the floor of my home office. My nights on the couch weren't frequent at first, I'd sleep there if I was having cramps or unable to get a panic attack to... Continue Reading →
I wasn't able to post this weekend. So you're welcome. I am sure everyone likes a break from the monotony of my fragmented prose and sporadic poetics. My weekend was full to the brim, but not in the optimistic sense. I was literally in constant motion--which entailed nearly six full hours of driving, five of... Continue Reading →
The depressed and anxious mind takes time to understand the frivolous nature of society--before it stages it's coup de grâce. Photo credit: What's Wrong With Today's Society Captured In 10+ Though-Provoking Illustrations By Al Margen
