I’ve Decided to Live.
“Repeating the same behaviors despite getting the same terrible results isn’t the definition of insanity; it’s the definition of despair. “
She says she’s your sister
He said “Three days might be long enough to save you.”
Invictus
This isn’t a New Year’s Resolution. This is what is whispered alone, only to yourself, when you’ve washed up on a strange but solid shore, chest heaving, frightened, shocked, but still alive. You’re alive. You’re going to need to fight to stay that way. Not vague, namby pamby promises. No. You are precisely aware of…
Wet, Stinking and Warm: Shrugging Off the Comfort of Depression.
Every time I got the front of the Suicide Prevention Chat queue, each a half hour wait, the system crashed. Three times. When you’re in a bad place you have a certain blindness. So I just reentered the waiting-line again “There are 64 people ahead of you….” over and over. I could have used the…
Fester like a sore – and then run.
What happens to a dream deferred? I can tell you. The problem starts when you realize the life you assumed was just going to happen, like it does on TV and for your favorite famous people, requires a shit-ton of suffering to get. Years of it. And, you have to be naturally good at…
“Pain is Inevitable. Suffering is Required.”
Well I’m scared, is all. The pain is coming, and I’m all out of ideas. First, there was what Breezy said last year in my red whore-house chair. Breezy was my not-quite-friend when we were 13. She didn’t laugh enough at my Star Trek:TNG jokes and she liked Randy Travis so there was little to…
It Was Only a Coupla Flipper Babies
The first thing I said to the first person to ever interview me on national (Canadian) radio regarding my book was in response to “How are you this morning?” “Certainly not so nervous that I’m gonna vomit! HAA!” My husband Gus calls these my “flipper baby” moments, in reference to a unfortunate bit of miscommunication…
What’s the Frequency
My son’s not on your spectrum, your stupid rainbow of pain and awkwardness.
What if You Really ARE a Bad Parent?
We can’t all be good mothers. It just doesn’t add up.
Tie strings to her bones and make her dance
“Oh…crap. I was really hoping for Roman gold hoards. Not children frozen for eternity in terror clutching at their dead mothers’ throats.”
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