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On a Plain

Speaking in metaphor only, I got my ass kicked three days ago and am still slow-motion falling toward the floor. And I can't do that right now. I have deadlines I worked for and open doors and windows all around me. My kids are mostly teens, all brilliant and strong and sensitive and growing, and … Continue reading On a Plain →

ATD journal, mental illness Leave a comment February 20, 2020February 20, 2020 2 Minutes

Lemon Balm in Winter

Lemon balm doesn't grow well indoors. I didn't know that until I moved one into my dining room. She's an unplanned houseplant, a relic from last year's garden I brought inside (because at the end of the growing season, I found her flourishing in the center of the leafy geodome my un-staked tomato plants incidentally … Continue reading Lemon Balm in Winter →

ATD journal, mental illness Leave a comment February 11, 2020February 12, 2020 2 Minutes

In Closing

I'm not kicking 2020's ass. I'm not going to conquer this new year. I'm almost 45 years old, so the odds are stacked against me that 2020 will contain loss and death. I might get diagnosed with something I don't want, I could lose a parent (or a grand—by grace, I have one left), and … Continue reading In Closing →

ATD journal Leave a comment December 31, 2019February 12, 2020 1 Minute

Mabon

I'm cooking jambalaya for the bar today. I've never made this before, but I've eaten it enough, so I found a basic recipe with celery, peppers, chicken and sausage and am rolling with it. I'm elaborating and improvising, though. They don't stock smoked paprika at the store I stopped at yesterday, but I bought andouille … Continue reading Mabon →

ATD journal Leave a comment September 22, 2019February 4, 2020 2 Minutes

Protected: Writers Write **CW: Assault, Violence, Photos**

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ATD journal September 9, 2019June 18, 2020 4 Minutes

Captain’s Log: Stardate 08192019

My brain had a panic attack — the Send ALL the Adrenaline kind — while I slept last night. It woke me. Right around 1:30 in the morning, I woke up gripped with the fear/certainty that I was literally dying. When I was 19, I liked eating acid in the middle of the night when … Continue reading Captain’s Log: Stardate 08192019 →

ATD journal, mental illness 2 Comments August 19, 2019February 4, 2020 3 Minutes

School Daze:

Tribe, it's August. Depending on where you live, your school-age children are either just starting their new academic year or anticipating this year's First Day. I'm going to let you in on something: a lot of depressed, bipolar, anxiety-punched people have no fucking idea where the social security cards are. The amount of paperwork, appointment-making … Continue reading School Daze: →

ATD journal, mental illness Leave a comment August 11, 2019February 4, 2020 1 Minute

Up For Air

Today I cleaned off my desk. Yes, I shifted some of the junk—the loose change, un-cased DVDs, bracelets, mystery toothbrush—to my bed , but I have a space to sit down and write again, and that's more important than presenting a non-eyebrow-raising sleeping place right now. I've been on sabbatical, off in the world doing … Continue reading Up For Air →

ATD journal, mental illness, Pop Culture Leave a comment July 30, 2019February 12, 2020 1 Minute

To the Grind

Some days, all I have for the world is, Well, I'm not going to commit suicide today. That's what I can do. And then I treat myself like I'm very incompetent and get through the day. Welcome to today, tribal loves. My head is a jumble, a mean mine field detonating in chorus. In an … Continue reading To the Grind →

ATD journal, mental illness 2 Comments February 22, 2019February 12, 2020 1 Minute

Therapy Thursday

Friends who call out your bullshit while it falls off your lips are the only kind I can have right now. The delivery can vary—one can listen until you're done then break it down, another might chant oxymoron while you keep verbally angling around your self-destructive plans—but they are treasured the same and what I need. … Continue reading Therapy Thursday →

ATD journal, mental illness Leave a comment February 21, 2019February 12, 2020 1 Minute

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