Posts tagged with depression
23 December 2012 - No Ice Cream
Alone in a room Sitting Sitting Sitting Slow Down, the melancholy of Radiohead Wholefoods, Mac-n-cheese offending my wallet Joyous, my tongue tastes organic cheeses melted Eyes dead set in a window Rain Falling Falling Falling Cold in a well heated room Bustling city, this inclement day has your attentions Holiday of me A self imposed [...]
19 August 2012 - Running in Shadows
Some wounds run too deep. The sounds of cracking bones or the words of petty fools. I cannot see the scars. Time has washed them clear. I cannot feel the shot. The bullets have long since been removed. When all I ever wanted was to run away. I ran. Far away. Deep in the forests [...]
3 July 2010 - The Battle Rages On.
For those of you who know me, I have been through some wicked radical changes in the past couple of years. The specifics of change are only marginally important most of the time. Sometimes not. I am a woman of change. I have seen and done things most people cannot imagine. But I am still [...]
8 May 2010 - Sanctuary
She sits in her bed. It is nearly 5:00 in the afternoon. Her bedroom, her sanctuary. She is me. My own best friend and worst enemy. Do I even notice myself here? My bed is filled with blankets pillows and creature comforts. Kettle popcorn, computer pencils and drawing pad adorn my comfort zone. A scented [...]
21 November 2008 - Suicide – Thoughts of – TDOR
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.