Mental Illness
-
The Messenger Project
A plan was hatched. A true “chicken or the egg?” scenario, if you think about it.
-
signs
signs are for the simple, he said.
-
Quarantine – Week 9
in the scheme of things, I see these as small vices.
-
dive deeper
pleasure in food, even during strife, seems prescient
-
termites’ demise
if only I could turn the whole structure inside out
-
termites
they are winning
-
headlines
have you played the game?
-
chicken little?
I fear you’ll think that I’m not sane my brain in pain
-
For Sylvia
I am not ready for anything to happen
-
The Christmas That Almost Wasn’t
December 26, 2018. Yesterday could have been a very different Christmas. 21 days ago, I tried to take my own life. I’m writing about it for several reasons. First, it has become exhausting trying to keep track of who “knows” and “doesn’t know” what happened, thus creating multiple opportunities for awkward questions and conversations. For…
-
Nobody Knows
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen Nobody knows but Jesus Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen Glory Hallelujah Sometimes I’m up and sometimes I’m down Yes lord, you know sometimes I’m almost to the ground O yes, Lord, still Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen Nobody knows but Jesus Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen…
-
Caveats
I make no claim of being more correct than another in theology or orthodoxy, and in no way will I intend to belittle or judge anyone else’s theology, orthodoxy, or lack thereof.
-
Yep. Life is Still Messy
Who I am today is still a work in progress. I think I’ve finally realized I will always be in progress, and accepting that is freeing me to sit at my laptop and tell you (and myself) where I’ve been and where I am, even if that means admitting I DON’T HAVE IT ALL FIGURED…
