Feelin’ It
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Chain Brain
Rooted Chaos (Mental Illness in the brain)
The Syringe Covered Dance Floor
The dark, lonesome sidelines
Chimps, Potatoes, and Doctors with Bags
Have you ever had one of those days where as soon as you awaken and start doing your normal routine the urge to just go back to bed is so strong its as if the bed has some special power over you and is physically pulling you closer and closer to it? Actually i just …
Slippery Slope
Wilting a bit, yet absolutely Beautiful in it’s Uniqueness
King Kong’s Grief
When i was in the midst of my addiction ( over 7 years ago!!) i didn’t have “a monkey on my back” as most people describe opiod addiction, I wore a gorilla SUIT. Every morning as soon as my eyes would open, the suit would be right in front of me, staring at me, commanding …
Let it Flow
Writing is funny. The more i sit here and ponder what to write about the less i am able to think of. Its as if the creative process does not allow anything but spontaneity. Yesterday is a prime example of this. All day i thought about what to write about on my blog, all day …
Rollercoaster of hell (creeping death)
The last few weeks have been some of the most difficult of my entire life. My mental illness seemed to kick into overdrive, making it almost impossible for me to even take care of myself. The anxiety i feel gets so bad thats it’s horrific. It’s literally crippling, i can’t even get out of bed …
It’s In The Eyes…
This image haunts me. The pain, sadness, and hopelessness i see in this child’s eyes is one of those things that you wish you had never seen because once seen it can never be “unseen”. A poverty stricken little boy in a poverty stricken part of town. I try to help as much as i …
Old Habits…….
Old habits die hard. Or maybe more appropriately they tend to linger around and then swiftly take you down. Sneaky bastards they are. I haven’t been writing much lately. To be completely honest with myself i haven’t written anything AT ALL for about a month. I was in the habit of writing everynight, right before …
Fit To Be Unfit 