I wake up covered in vomit. There’s a tinge of daylight outside the shed. It’s cold. So cold. O God, no. Why did you make me wake up? I pleaded … Continue reading SNAKE (part 2)
Personal things in our lives can contribute to a lack of motivation. So can the fact that I have been pushing hard on grad school, my job as a writer, and of course, my increase in mental health advocacy.
The evening starts with the best of intentions. I have bought snacks and the wine is cooling in the fridge. Candle light flickers across the dining room ceiling. I pray … Continue reading SNAKE ( part 1 )
My therapist says that I am responsible. She says that I am kinda, She says that I am a good person. She says that I handle my stress with grace. … Continue reading My Therapist Says.
oday is going to be hard to deal with all day. Usually, I would be cooking something special for my mom, and while I still will prepare a good meal, it will never be the same.
Saturday I will be hosting a Zoom meeting at 2pm Pacific Standard time here in Sunny California. I will also be open to individual meetings throughout the day or in the coming weeks. Its a perfect time as we are still in shelter-in-place (with some openings in California) but my doctors are advising me to stay indoors anyway. How about it?
I remember buying my first ever Kobe Bryant #8 jersey. I was on a trip to L.A., and I saved up working as a wood delivery guy to purchase that jersey for months. I spent, which for a thirteen-year-old was a lot of money, around $150 for the jersey.
Examine the image closely. Imagine yourself on that stage, under those lights. Imagine all those seats filled with students. There’s anticipation in the air because they are finally quiet. Ready … Continue reading Aaaaaand…Action!
I left my baby somewhere in a parking lot. Left him still strapped into his car seat on the cold tarmac. I walked away. Now it is dark outside. I … Continue reading Baby, You Scare Me
I can’t fault my therapist for moving from long hours for probably not the most exceptional pay for a better job. She was terrific, and she helped me through so much. I got to this point because of my mom, therapy, and undergraduate/graduate school.
I just posted this fantastic blurb about things really looking up and just like that, it’s gone. Where do I even begin? It is a long drawn out bit but … Continue reading Sh*t.
In all my time of seeing mental health professionals, I cannot recall any of them simply saying, ” I can help you”. I have had many treatment plans, some successful … Continue reading Unicorns.