Do you know what happened the other day? I went to the supermarket. I parked in the lot. I opened my door. I swung my legs out. And then I sat there. Sat in the driver's seat. Legs out, body in. I was barely aware of my situation most of the time. The rest of … Continue reading That’s Depression
Lonely
It's fucking gone. I want to write. About something. About anything. I can't. Over several weeks - I can't. Please help. Give it back. I sit in Starbucks crying. Crying for it. I need it. It's all I have. It's how I get out of my brain. Coffee and tablets assisting. Life has been falling … Continue reading Lonely
In and Out Goes the Needle
An hour ago I watched as a needle went into my vein, sliding in effortlessly, a slight sting when it broke the skin. It went nearly unnoticed. During many years of medical treatment I have had hundred of blood draws but also injections, shots. I am unsure if Americans use the word injection and that … Continue reading In and Out Goes the Needle
Play With Me
She is on her phone again. Talking, listening to music, playing on apps. Not playing with me. Not talking to me. Not holding me. I'm twelve years old. I'm her only child. I don't have a dad. Well that's not true. I go to stay in his house one night every two weeks. He's usually … Continue reading Play With Me
Anger, Frustration and Fear
I am so angry right now. People who I thought cared about me have acted in manners that show the opposite. I am trying to rise above it. I am finding it unbelievably difficult. I have asked many people for their opinions on these issues. Everyone has agreed that the people have acted selfishly and … Continue reading Anger, Frustration and Fear
Falling into Oblivion
How should I write this? It seems I should know already, but I don't. It is hard for me to remember things. I suppose I'll remember this. No. I won't remember. When I open my tablet to write something else, this will be visible in my drafts. Then I will remember. No. As I said. … Continue reading Falling into Oblivion
Sneachta Bán
*This is not my story, but many friends have suffered. If you want to hang out, You've gotta take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, Get down on the ground, cocaine - Eric Clapton - Cocaine A friend of a friend of a friend showed me to you tonight... An Sneachta Bán, … Continue reading Sneachta Bán
