I sit and stare at a blank page. Thoughts dash through my head, darting left and right, up and down. With all that’s going through my head one would think that I would be more than capable of transposing the combination of letters into sentences down on paper. But alas, the page is blank. I… Continue reading Blank Pages
Tag: mental illness
Swimming in the Shallow End
At times we can get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of life that we are literally flying by the seat of our pants. Minutes blend into hours, that turn into days, weeks and months. Before we know it, a season has passed and shortly after that another year has flown by. I… Continue reading Swimming in the Shallow End
Sitting and Waiting
Over the last few days I have done a bit of sitting. Just idle time, while waiting for something or someone or just because I have nothing to do. It’s odd for me to be still. I feel like I have to move deep in my bones yet I’m being forced to be still. The… Continue reading Sitting and Waiting
Just a good day or something more?
You question what it is. Is it a really good day? The art of coming out of the dark? The fact that I’m starting to feel better? Getting joy out of existence. Taking in each part of every day, living in it and loving it. Am I paying too much attention? Overanalyzing? Combing through the… Continue reading Just a good day or something more?
Figuring Things Out
I get excited when I figure things out. This stretches from small, little, non important things and then spans to grand things. Getting in Gear Yesterday I used the saying “I need to get my butt in gear” and it hit me like a pile of bricks to the head, that I knew what that… Continue reading Figuring Things Out
Not Getting What I Want
While surfing through the many, many, many pages of Pinterest I came across this quote from the Dalai Lama. “Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.” I stopped scrolling. I just stared at the screen and then my chin fell off my hand and I had to catch… Continue reading Not Getting What I Want
One Pill, Two Pill, Red Pill, Zombie
I stare at the computer screen. My mind is blank. The lack of racing thoughts is a delight, quite a nice little present, given to me in a pink polka dotted wrapped box with a coordinating bow. This is what we were going for, right? To have the anxiety, racing irrational thoughts, and paranoia to… Continue reading One Pill, Two Pill, Red Pill, Zombie
