mental health
What Death Looks Like: A Short Story
[Warning: Not a Typical ‘Lil Pick Me Up’ Post]
The decaying fabric of his skin was melting off his bones, like wax off a long lit candle, and the whites of his eyes downgraded to a shade of gray with veins now elevated, making them bulge from the sockets. Read the rest of this entry »
We All Become Manic After The New Year!
The New Year brings out the manic in all of us; at least I can speak for myself, anyway. It’s not like I’m not already prone to a little OCD…well, I’m actually more than a little OCD.
Every year we get a chance to kick ourselves in the ass and broadcast to our friends and loved ones all the things we have on our to-do list during the coming year. One of my manic goals is that I plan on posting a blog every day, which isn’t such a bad thing ex Read the rest of this entry »
Do Your Shortcomings Make You A Good Writer?
Insomnia has been one of the most challenging aspects of my life, but I manage with the right medication. Depression is the second most challenging fight. And currently, I’m winning. But, on the sleep front, the battle is ongoing. It’s already taken a few trial and error rounds with my doctor in order to treat my chronic insomnia and to find the right medication that works. Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Past: I am Happy For You & I Forgive You!
This post isn’t about forgiving someone who is currently in your life. It’s specifically about forgiving people you no longer have contact with.
It’s easy to be happy for a friend or a loved one, or anyone who has been supportive and caring towards you. But, can you be happy for someone who has hurt you? Can you be happy for those who still haunt your soul?
How many ghosts do you have? I have a few that haunt me. They linger around whenever I am trying to live in the present, until they’ve successfully dragged me back into the land of the past. Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Oddball: Be Different. Be Unique. Be You.
I have always been drawn to “different” because I never felt like I fit any traditional mold. From my ethnicity, to my ambitions, to the way I was raised, I’ve never felt like I truly fit in anywhere. Perhaps, at times, I’m socially awkward for the reasons of knowing I am not like anybody else. Read the rest of this entry »
Writing With Hope 