Beat to my own drum.

Recent journal entry expressing my frustration and isolation that comes along with understanding my mental illness, coping with my mental illness, and thriving with my mental illness. In. My.Own. Way. Beat to my own drum. Forever this has been taught to be a negative way of being. That unique is weird, strange, and undesired. As […]

Big Brother’s lingerer

Recently stumbled upon an article that really hit home. ┬áIn an earlier post I talked about what I called the Claritin fog. Well this article gave that feeling a name. I feel relived that it exists and I’m not crazy. Check out this article from Esperanza magazine.   http://www.hopetocope.com/dysthymia-break-through-the-fog-3/

EM Talk.

http://www.newsner.com/en/2015/12/a-daughters-words-is-moving-millions-dear-dad-i-will-be-called-a-whore/   To: the 9 year old boy who said ” I’ll pay you ten dollars if I can touch your boobs.” to a 13 year old me high school boy who whistled as I walked by the man who grasped my hip at the bar the ones who said I’d be next to commit […]