Could I Move on from Blogging?

I think that is why I am pushing so hard lately to get a great list of authors on the website to always have words written here. I don’t mind paying the yearly fee to keep this blog going if it is still a safe place for mental illness/mental health advocacy writers to call it home. If I can swell the number to fifty members to end 2020, it might be the perfect storm where this blog goes on without me.

People Will Move On

People will move on. Even when you treat them like gold. Even when you truly care about them and they truly care about you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Nor should you. Thank you for being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mine. Sending you Angel Love and… Continue reading People Will Move On

Love is a Battlefield (Summer 1998-Winter 1989)

Life with X (we will now call him Xander as it will make it easier to follow along) was fast & wild.  We were sexually active really fast.  We became close very quickly.  We had our ups and downs, but we were both really young.  Xander was a grade ahead of me.  I remember that… Continue reading Love is a Battlefield (Summer 1998-Winter 1989)

Appetite for Destruction

Bipolar is a debilitating brain-illness.  Rapid Cycling is even worse.  After my traumatic experience, I was determined to be in control of myself and my body from there on out.  Unfortunately, that took a destructive path.  I was very promiscuous and did everything I could to get the attention of older teenage boys to seduce… Continue reading Appetite for Destruction

Loss of Innocence (Fall 1987-14 Years Old)

Guns N’ Roses Welcome to the Jungle blaring on my Dad’s state of the art stereo system.  A fifth of Peach Schnapps and two 14 year old girls looking for a good time.  We invited two 18 year old guys to come over since my parents were out of town. We had met them previously at Star… Continue reading Loss of Innocence (Fall 1987-14 Years Old)

So Many…

There are so many men and women out there during this pandemic, waiting, longing and eager to send their friends, partners and parents flowers. So they waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty and wonderful these people are. But they have to wait a little longer… Thank you for being with me.… Continue reading So Many…

In Dreams

sleepless nightsand sleeping inaimless walkson dimly lit streetsshooting starsabove a back yard trampolinesinging songsto the sky that never listens binging fruit loopson a front porch swingdancing downstairsin our underwear last two hitsof our parents’ cigaretteschugging beerin the bath tub upstairswashing it all downwith mountain dew morning cartoonssnuggling in bedthe morning gleamthrough your bedroom windowlighting up… Continue reading In Dreams