I’m so fucking exhausted! Insomnia drops streaks of white like snow falling in a hurry. It’s been dark for hours and thoughts fall heavier by the minute I’m trying to find peace but instead, my body tightens through the shoulders, fettled by expectation, exhausted wanting to breathe length in my form. Here I am lengthening, reach, … More Insomnia, streaks of self-entanglement
Fuck off my beat Fuck off my rhythm Don’t steal it from me Try, vetting your own, go ahead bounce to that fro to be for me Underlapped, stabbing at edges, dat rhythm, get dat beat! Where’s the one? I’ll hold it in my thin hands I’m a holder Holder of tongues Of bong … More On your mark…
There wasn’t rest for me, I lived in a prisons coated in scintillating hallow praise.
It all hurt(s). All of it.
These are the scar along my being, just not the core, scars do not equal a being.
An extension of human experience so ugly and unfathomable it is easier to try and discredit.
Often, this happens. People are disqualified from life, humanity, and protection there in because them coping with their pain isn’t Lifetime materials.
Where’s that sunny disposition?
Discredit a life unknown, ugly cries to be ignored and devalued in hindsight.
It’s annoying. … More Iron Veins, trying towards life.
An Update. We’ve mangled and meandered our way to Washington State. In this post, I write about our nightmarish and unavoidable journey back home to Washington State, land of some wonderful social service resources. … More We’ve landed. Washington State. *life event update*
“Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live” comes from an army phrase I picked up from my fiance who’s an Army veteran. The original phrase is “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill!”
Well, a lot of soldiers in the army have mental illness and are medicated for it. Thus, “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill.” … More Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live.
“It’s convenient and safe.
Edges of shoes find a home along with my speraticly exposed spine. Boots and sneakers will remain untouched by rational hands. I’m a fettle spineded lumpy circle among the cotton blankets and pillows.” … More Edges of my Eye
“One of us will die without the relief of leaving the other. That part of my brain that’s not neurotypical. I wouldn’t just leave me.
There has to be a break, there has to be a reprieve from these attacks born within.
Unregulated and unmedicated is no way to live and no one should have too.
This unholy union of mental illnesses and life do not co-exist.” … More Depression brian’s a bitch.