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.

A cold gratefulness

Old people and their logic. Hidden old people agenda to keep the heat high is what that shit is.

Grayline

That would generally involve me checking the wyzecams often hoping all is well, ready to make a call to the neighbors…

Life is a waterfall

I have attached a small teaser to the dementia project if you are interested. Feedback most appreciated.

Flow to Go

Getting past things like that….Remembering that yes there will be periods of time where the flow of creativity runs awry; Never dry.

Feeling it

A friend who goes by the handle “Thieves” donated tons of artwork that I can use to get the project started. That’s the kind of stuff that..

Gran’s 90th

…New England my uncle oversees that shit. Yeah that means literally nothing. The power of anchovies compels you…