Thoughts Roll In

Lost in thought, wondering how I can find the road back to where I am supposed to go. There's no supposed to. We enter this world with no instructions and we live according to our brains or our hearts. I admire people who listen to their brain over their heart. I lead with emotions, which [...]

By | 2017-07-28T13:36:59+00:00 July 28th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Thoughts Roll In

Do you ever not know how you feel?

Do you ever not know how you feel? I have that weird feeling sometimes and it sincerely bothers me. I think it's because I am so used to emoting that it irritates me when I can't figure out how I'm feeling. When I can't determine what I'm feeling and why I'm stumped. That's the thing [...]

By | 2017-07-23T13:19:04+00:00 July 23rd, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Do you ever not know how you feel?

If depression could speak

If depression could speak it would say hurtful things. It would tear you down with words. When you tried to interrupt depression it wouldn't let you because it would overpower the conversation. Depression would talk to you until it realized what your Achilles' heel was. Depression's voice would be low and intimidating. If you took [...]

By | 2017-07-22T11:38:26+00:00 July 22nd, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on If depression could speak

I want to give my feelings to the feelings store

I have too many feelings. I want to give them to the feelings store. Do you know if the feelings store takes donations? I'm depressed, I'm angry, I'm resentful, I'm frustrated, and a whole bunch of other shit that I can't remember. That's the thing, I can't actually remember a lot of things including how [...]

By | 2017-07-20T14:01:56+00:00 July 20th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on I want to give my feelings to the feelings store

Depression is a Dick

Penises are great. They do great things. However, there is a colloquial expression where you refer to people who you don't like as "dicks." I'm here to tell you that depression is fucking dick. Depression is a dickhead or a dick, depending on how you feel in a given moment. When I call depression a [...]

By | 2017-07-19T14:40:00+00:00 July 19th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Depression is a Dick

I Hear Me

He can't hear me but I have a voice and it is powerful, brave and strong and I stopped using it. It's still in there though. I am beautiful, I am brave, I am tenacious, and I know what I want. Sometimes I speak into my own microphone and talk to myself. I tell myself [...]

By | 2017-07-14T16:22:57+00:00 July 14th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on I Hear Me

Save Us

I tried to save us. Several times Maybe you didn't know or your hands were over your ears Perhaps you didn't want to hear me as we sat on that couch together listening to the therapist. I didn't want to hear you speak because I was so focused on telling you what my opinions were [...]

By | 2017-06-15T15:46:16+00:00 June 15th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Save Us