She opened the drawer to her nightstand, the pale brown bottle of sleeping pills sit harmlessly under the child-proof lid. The long dried tears and runs of makeup down her face are the only signs of life once lived…. as she lies down a long forgotten calm quiets her breath. She comforts herself in the warm down comforter. The sun is shining and the sky is filled with blue… everywhere blue. But the beauty is gone. She sees only darkness. Her soft long hair gently spreads out over the pillow. She has put on her favorite nightgown. It is antique white silk with delicate lace and trim. It is old and worn but it is her favorite. As she closes her eyes, she gently and briefly smiles.
why do I cry? is the pain so great it can only escape my soul as tears? is the joy so complete I must share it in my eyes? the tears roll down my cheeks, daily it seems. they evaporate and spread like the mist over the ocean. the tears forever streaming, day and night. […]
With each stroke she scars the tear stained paper.
So. In the past year and a half I have: Hit rock bottom depressed Moved of our boat after 2 year of living aboard Got meds Put the boat up for sale Started therapy for GID Come to terms with who I am. No longer as depressed Cut my drinking WAY, WAY back Started taking […]
I want to share a dream I had this morning before sunrise. I must warn you first, if you are queasy, or disturbed by graphic content please don’t read any further. This was one of the most disturbing dreams I recall ever having in my life. I can still visualize it in graphic detail, like […]
I have a new good friend whom I have never met. She says strange words I sometimes don’t get. Mad is crazy and Rubbish is crap. Cricky old sailboats and things like that. She is filled with warmth, beauty and kind. She fills me with happiness and eases my mind. If ever I meet this […]