“Sometimes just being, working towards life. That enough. I wouldn’t be mocked for unraveled expectations incompatible with my reality.”
“I don’t have to convince anyone of the ribbons lynched around my veins.
I can’t stop you from seeing my body fettle by pain, by invisible burdens.
The voice, my voice is not easily harnessed.”
Time stops and stutters to taunt me.
I’ll use my energy when I see fit.
I’m not here to convince you of my pain.
I’m here to live through it.”
… More Writing down despair, Musings from Mental Illnesses. March 7th, 2017.
“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.
“Soft waves of coherence saunter about, fucking with my delicate sensibilities.
Lingering coherent calm is brought back in moments of time.” … More A Type of Distress