Holding Cells Aren’t Helping

This is the tale of my stay at the Lawrence Memorial Med 6 Psychiatric Unit. It outlines how poor care is given even when the stay is voluntary.

The Water’s Rising Past My Eyes

This piece was written while inducing a hypomanic state. I had a lot of scrambled energy that needed to come out and this poem is the product of the current state of my psyche. Lucky I have a new therapist.

Forgive me for my faults (because I can’t)

Forgive me for my faults is a new piece written on 9/26/19 that was sparked as an outlet to an episode of Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s often common for people with personality disorder to deal with false thoughts that are programmed into them.

Monthly Me: August

Content Warning: Medication problems, social stigma, suicide, and dementia are shared in this episode.

Drowning in Dusk

Drowning in Dusk

Where has the feeling gone?
Oh, sun – Why do you hide from me?
The purest of flowers never grow
When the clouds cant provide
Don’t take my love from my life

April’s Audioblog [Free]

I don’t usually do this…But this is the first half of my pre-show from Runescape Weekly. It turned out to be very intimate because it was a monolog due to my cohost being late. I ended up covering how I feel about my shortcomings due to my mental health and the channel trending downwards. Some personal insight into how medications effect work life and everyday life and more. I also offer a glimpse of hope into how I could change the show…

The “Hellening”

My Aunt Helen is here from Seattle and with her comes a whirlwind of extremely potent energy. For the good and the bad. Find out how I narrowly avoid a major family fight and end up making some of the most enjoyable memories on Drumlin Farm with Gram and Aunt Helen. [10 UHD Pictures]

Challenge Me Softly

Mix another drink
Clear my mind – I need to think
Stop the shakes so I can hold this pen to ink
My paper legibly
Said I’d be
Sober last Tuesday

Solone

Ive never felt like I’m
So alone
Was I meant to be
Solo
I cant control

Future Forward

All the memory
I ever had to waste
I made an enemy
Out of nothing more than haste
Pushing and pushing
Pushing future forward

Physcosomatic Erratic.

Waste away – the rot and decay
Takes you out to play
Make me one with
Make me done with
The evil plague you put inside.

DreamStress

What have we made here
In the sky’s falling distress
Oh what a mess – Oh what a mess
To my knees, I confess

A Day At the Symphony

Not because they actually were sad, or bad, or even had by we happenstance came across misfortune: She simply sours sentiment.