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.

Vapor Man

Death and Love Potray Decay

Haunting whispers and
Acidic dreams
Echo through the seams
Of reality
Taking – consuming
Altering the room and
Tearing me apart

Mother's Day for Two

Mother’s Day For Two

We pull into the driveway and head inside via the front walk. Mist is almost stinging in the morning air as I rush ahead to open the door. We gathered in the living room and I set up my recording. I captured some really endearing audio of her experiences at church, what she thought, what she wishes it had been like, and then her gift opening.

Psychiatric Hospital

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.

Heart Balloon

You and me Turns to We

In love with impossibilities
Like kissing fire on the lips
My desire wants to take my life
And in the morning I have to come to grips

Hallucination of Friendships

Taking medication
Like a precaution
To avoid the flood
Of memories
That overrun my mind
With sad ideas
And thoughts of you
Why do you like to invade me?

Creating an Article

Creating an Article

I never learned to home row type. I peck furiously at about 75 WPM. My index, middle and ring fingers do the heavy lifting; My thumbs reinforce with spaces. Oh yes, the mighty pinky! I haven’t forgotten you…Shifting in the shadows bringing capitalization to my words when needed. This non-traditional typing style may lead to faster fatigue or increased error intake. The truth is I taught myself how to type before I was in school so the habits were inlaid too young. That was a big deal in the 90s. I might be one of the last 75+ WPM key peckers! Who knows…

Dementia Project

Walking Blindly Through History

Below is a sneak peek of this content! 04/03/19 was the likely walk date The audio opens up with gram confused about a college fund she made long agoThey were originally …

drawing blood

Drawing Blood

And as the sensation fades away
I cant deny it,
You’ve infected my heart –
I cant describe it

Christ of Pain

Christ of Pain

Webs of shadow
Tangle my broken dreams
Like unraveled intention
The plan has gone so wrong

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