Category: Emotional Health
GRIEVING
Ghosts of past deaths crowd my consciousness as I face yet another loss, a slipping away of another friend and brother. Each time we face the penumbra of dying, surreal ghosts rise up to remind us of other moments, déjà vu’s, other losses we’ve already endured. Each death rolls into Read more
Night at the Improv
I needed a good scare. Something that felt like a roller coaster, but without the height. Entering my fiftieth year, I was contemplating my bucket list and my singledom. A wise friend had told me that “Doing something interesting will make you an interesting person,” so I decided that a Read more
The Voice
The voice is telling me “You’re worthless” “You’re unlovable” “Starve yourself then maybe you could actually succeed at something” It won’t stop It’s merged with mine I’m believing each lie Photo Credit: hansvandenberg30 Flickr via Compfight cc
A Call To Arms
Another senseless mass shooting, where for a few days, perhaps weeks, people will argue, discuss and voice their heated opinions on gun control and mental health, which means little to nothing to the families of the dead. They are living a hell so tragic no one can begin to comprehend. Read more
Some Days, I’m A Little Bit Psycho
If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my hyper-sensitive reactions – especially when I’m consciously aware I have an ongoing habit of overreacting to, well, almost anything. Consumed by worry and exhausted from Read more
Don’t Let Me Linger, Black
How could you forgive me if I can’t find it in my heart to forgive myself? For what, love? Oh, you know the goddamn basics, for living, breathing, existing. For letting the negative thoughts push against my brain dominating my train of thought. I get it, girlfriend. I have been Read more
Post-Holiday Grief: No More Christmases
On December 3, 2015, my parents – at 73 years of age – moved to Los Angeles, from New York City. The city they had lived in, their whole lives. They had traveled. Florida and Puerto Rico. Still extremely east coast. December 3rd was my middle daughter’s 6th birthday, and Read more